My first year of college seems quite a long time ago. 1976 to be exact. But I recently reread my diaries from that first year of college for the first time and was surprised by a number of things.
As a child, I knew that I was different. I didn’t care for team sports. To this day I don’t understand football. In third grade at recess, I preferred to sit with my friend Billy at the base of a large tree and create a whole imaginary world with sticks and leaves while ALL the other boys in my all-boys’ school played baseball.