It was as if they could not figure me out. I was not the butchest little boy to come down the pike, that’s for sure. But I was a joyful child. I was fun to be around. And I had learned to be really funny. I learned to be funny to keep the bullies at bay. But apparently, most little boys did not act the way I acted. At least that was what I read in their faces when grown men gave me the once-over.
