There are certain moments in time when you figure out something for the first time.
It's similar to the feeling you get when you finally understand a joke that people have been using lately.
These moments, these precious times when you finally understand, finally see. Well. I had one of these moments far too young. The time when I knew I was, er, different.
It was summer. Summers are usually times for new things. New beginnings. New places. New friends.
In my case, it was a new sense. A sixth sense, or maybe it was just emphasis on a sense I already had.
I was sitting outside on my front porch. I was probably around six, or seven years old. Then the ice cream truck drives along the road. And I don't even remember what I was doing, I think I was drawing a tree or something. But I had been wanting ice cream all throughout that day, and of course I didn't get any. So when I saw this ice cream truck drive down the road, I wanted some. Badly. So I chased it. I chased it and chased it until I realized I didnt' have any money. So I ran back to my house, into my room, and grabbed a five dollar bill, which was probably equivalent to a one-hundred dollar bill to a seven year old. I ran outside, realizing I had lost the truck.
But I hadn't.
Nope. Somehow, I could smell it. Weird, right? So I sort of tracked it down with my sense of smell, and soon enough, I was walking home with sticky, snow cone covered seven-year-old hands. How lovely.
I know. That's not how you'd imagine how I discovered I was different. But really. No one smells out an ice cream truck. Except me. And a few "lucky" others. If you could call it that.
Author's Note: Hey all! Sooo I never really thought about updating this little story here but I was really bored today, considering I've had exams all week and had nothing else to do. I hope you enjoyed this little intro, and I'll be updating as often as I can, which will probably be once or twice a week. Thanks for reading :)
xx Jade
