I grew up terrified of water. Tubs, showers and lawn sprinklers were never an issue, but lakes, rivers and the ocean were.

For most of my childhood, I was frequently told I was not normal.
Sometimes this was meant as a compliment.
It was only later in life that I realized I was a victim of Only Child Syndrome.
Only Child Syndrome (OCS) is a troubling disease that can affect young minds in many harmful ways, and while there have been reports of OCS victims whose condition yields above-average creativity, imagination, and talent, side effects like social awkwardness and loneliness may occur.
I’m cured now. And I have come to realize that it is the fact that we are all different that makes us all the same. Your story will never be my story, but we both have them. Which makes us both “normal.”
So in the interest of getting to know each other better, here are some personal stories. If you’re open to the idea, I’d love to hear yours.
And not because I’m lonely or anything.
I grew up terrified of water. Tubs, showers and lawn sprinklers were never an issue, but lakes, rivers and the ocean were.
I have lots of cop stories. Don’t judge me. I was a good kid, just mischievous – and often, unlucky.
When I chose to attend the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill I couldn’t wait to leave.
My first-grade teacher was not impressed with my knife skills.
My first pair of skis were hand-carved from an old shipping palette by my father.
I was invited by the Love, Hope, Strength Foundation to trek up Mt. Everest and raise money for cancer. It nearly killed me.
I’ve been told many times in my life that I look like John McEnroe, but you cannot be serious.
I used to get sent to my room to write stories. As punishment. And I was bad a lot.
Camp taught me how to make a Tepee, dance at a Pow-wow, get to second base with a girl, and keep a canoe from tipping.
I used to have a girl’s name, so I changed it to Steve Austin aka The Six Million Dollar Man. Almost.
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