I always look back at my childhood years. It helps me with my creative writing, drawing, ministry and more. Reflecting on my childhood also helps me to really appreciate where I am now in life.
I grew up as the only kid in my house. I played video games a lot. I read tons of comic books. I watched hours of cartoons and anime. Times I’ve spent alone I spent them in deep thought about life. I failed to fit into the popular crowd so that was out of the question. I often felt misunderstood, kind of an outcast, an eccentric in a “normal” world. While I was interested in talking about scientific research my peers were more interested in pop-culture. During such a time, I found Meteorology and the physics behind Sonic the Hedgehog fascinating while my classmates anticipated the next “cool” thing.
I was also in special education for math and reading and took speech therapy until the 6th grade.
You could almost have likened me to “Calvin and Hobbes,” only in my world, there was no Hobbes (I didn’t own a stuffed tiger). I had a very active imagination and creative disposition, so it helped fuel my desire to be smarter, better and more skilled. I suppose the desire to be weird and different also helped too. The last thing I wanted was a tag or label identifying me as “the other kids.” As weird as it seemed, I wanted to be accepted, and yet, I didn’t want to fall into the category as “thug wannabe” or the other extreme as “nerd.” I got “geek” because all of the name tags labeled “nerd” was taken. Not until recently did I realize that very status paid off.
Middle school in particular was a challenge, but looking back, it made me stronger! Granted, I wasn’t thinking that during my time of struggle.
It was a daily grind of confusion, concern and craziness; then there was puberty!
However, I still have to look at some of the good that occurred. It was during those times of being picked on and taunted that my true identity was tested. It was during my time of academic struggle that I saw that hope was still in affect through hard work and studying. During Jr. High, I realized my love for public speaking when I gave my first presentation at my home church. My love for ministry, broadcast media and journalism intensified.
The only way I made it through my tough times was through God, family and friends. All in that order, they kept me focused and prayed for me even when I wanted to just drop off the face of the earth. Over the years, I have tried to figure out why I had to endure what I went through during my childhood. Not long after finishing this article, I stopped asking!