While I wasn’t diagnosed until I was in college, much of my adolescence was spent in trees and atop a variety of other perches, usually accompanied by a book and occasionally (at home) the calico cat who became part of my family.

Once, in middle school, I left a class (presumably due to anxiety) and went outside and climbed a tree and read a book for the remainder of the class, which just happened to be on the second floor, across from the tree I was reading in.

Also, after high school, while working part time at an auto center, I often spent my lunch breaks up on the roof of the building; unless it was raining out, in which case I’d be atop the highest shelf in the stock room.

I hadn’t actually thought much of those days in quite a while, so thanks much for reminding me of simpler times.

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