When I was a child, I was not allowed to go more than 2 houses down the street because my overprotective mother was too scared the boogey man was going to rape me. As a result, I never learned what many children learn at 3 and 4 when it comes to interacting with other children. When I finally start school, I don't know how to make friends or play nice with the other students. I honestly don't know how I made it but I somehow did. When I was 15, my dad told me I was finally old enough to go out on my own and do what I want because my curfew was 10 PM. If I was going to be out later than that, just communicate as I make my way home. "Great job, dad." I retorted. "I don't know how to make friends now and because of your direction, all the kids at school are my enemies!" I also remember my father telling me that I would be lucky to find someone who would ever be there for me in the way my mom was for him. He told me if I was extraordinary, I may be fortunate...