Reading this article got me real emotional and made me think a lot about my own childhood troubles and struggles. It regards the simple material when we were young people, about fighting against things that weren't fair, and how our people were always there with solid backup. It felt really personal. It is moreover apparent to you and I, there was a chapter of my life that essentially went just like the book. My people were champions, just like the person’s in the story, cheering me on from the sideline, always pushing me to chase what I dreamt about without ever clipping my wings. Back when I was smaller, I was all excited to be the superhero during a school play--but then got shut down pretty harsh because they said I said different. That felt really bad--but I did not like that at all and got very upset – which, of course, partially caused my parents being pulled into school. Even though they had me say sorry, they never once said I was wrong for wanting the spotlight as the hero.

Fast forward to today, whenever I get sidelined or people try to downplay my approach because I’m not what they expect, that old fire in me from being the odd one out but standing strong lights back up, all thanks to my parents. Still basically sucks when I feel left out, but, we can take as a sure thing that, now there’s this streak in me that doesn’t back down, hammered in place by those days learning to dust myself off and know my own worth.