2nd grade by then i knew I was special it was starting to show more and more that I was slow. Every one knew I was slow. I tried to ignore it for a while but it just kept piling up. I noticed my gym teacher checking on me when I ran. For instance. When I run the mile he only made me do half as many laps as every one else. I of course did not like it that he took it easy on me. Other people acted like I was weak. It broke my heart. But what cheered me up was that we got a new dog named honey. She was a British yellow lab. I loved her at first sight we were meant to be.
