art among other things

I was nine years old. I would make up my own words. I wasn't afraid of being goofy or strange. I didn't shave my legs -- in fact, I found it strange that there were nine year old's who shaved their legs. "But they're nine. Why does it matter? I just don't understand." I was open minded to the point where I got confused when other kids my age just weren't alright with certain things. Pastel pink and...