Outsider

The many childhood memories that I have are lonely ones of being an outsider. I never mixed very well and was always the last one, other children wanted to call a friend. I was a quiet person who spent much of his time alone buried deep within his own thoughts. At classes, I always got the lowest grades, on vacation I almost always was on my own. I would sit for hours just pondering on my thoughts. I never grew out of being an outsider, different from the rest. My early life was over shadowed by younger sister whom my parents adored. Every achievement that I made my sister could do it better. Not only was I an outsider at school, but also at home a well. In 1959, I left the shores of the place I called home to go back to the place of my birth. Not until forty-two years later would, I set foot on that soil again. Things in the world had changed, but not so much for me as I was still a stranger in the land I called my home. 13 November 2008