Walking
Carrying bags, art supplies, a Banjo & a Rat.
I was in HS at 11 years old. Went early because needed to make up credits from JR High & I already was younger than everyone in the grades I was in.
Start of HS was horrible. Mom & Dad split because my mom was caught with the daycare child’s dad.
I was pretty quiet.
I might have talked & when I did it probably was “memorable” enough to think I talked but I did not actually talk.
Only to Animals I suppose.
GOD most of all.
The M Files 