Monday, August 07, 2006

Who Am I?

You may think I am brain damaged. My mother did and tried to kill me before I was rescued. I see myself as liking things organized. It is easier for me to understand if everything is grouped together that is alike. I learn quickly if there is order, same thing here, same thing there. Everyday is a new and exciting day. Nothing is the same for me. I always see something new and different. Do you remember who I am?