Assignment From Counselor

I'm supposed to think of something good about myself.

When I was in preschool, I was able to stand in the back of the class and spread my arms open wide and collect the class, in an interesting and very "real" way that's hard to describe.  I was only 3 years old, though, and it seemed strange.  Everyone else seemed like an individual little child.  How I could do what I did was strange, as it came out of nowhere.  I think the kids knew I was doing that, though I was in the back, maybe looking around or at the teacher in front.  I remember they seemed to say, maybe multiple times I was there, "Yea, we all did that," about being from "Florida" or the Miami area or the Fort Lauderdale area, which can be said "Fort Lauderdale" itself, as we all knew of and learned.

I know my dad's mom was at home, and she and my parents talked to my teacher and my teacher told me.  It was about something else.

For awhile, the teacher was onto me.  There were 2 teachers, and they both looked very old but not like old ladies.  One was actually older than the other one.  Both were women.  The older one was more serious.  The younger one was more fun and obese.  I used to always remember their names but forgot.

After awhile I was all cool.  I remember the younger teacher, who was with us more and alone, was so proud when I did the cashier thing so well.  It was a play set.  The other kids, for some reason, were attune to that everyone was getting different jobs and some seemed like slave's work.  I was one of the ones or only ones who didn't see it as a problem, as we weren't supposed to be.  I felt so clear and clean.  My grandma didn't make a fuss and accepted it, knew I guess, at least at home and likely could be there, as was sometimes.  Things were so powerful and big, I guess as is the nature of things that go on in Fort Lauderdale.  So, you get the picture.  I wasn't too callous or obtuse or anything like that, though.  I remember being fine with the other kids who might be around, not many at a time.  However, my dad came early and acted like something was wrong, and I was so I upset.  I didn't get tired or anything and could stay there all day.  It was just clean and good and powerful.  My dad even acted ghey and like I was in trouble and when I got out.  He sorta wanted me happy to see him and seemed aware I wanted him to leave the house and exercise for himself.