By Christopher Munroe
I was never focused. Never sat at the front of the class, hanging on every word, furiously scribbling notes, lost in concentration.
In fact, concentration in general was tough for me. I suppose today I’d be diagnosed and medicated, but at the time there was no diagnosis to make.
It wasn’t considered a disease yet.
I was just an especially energetic kid, brimming with ideas that flowed too fast to keep track of, too fascinated by the world to slow down for even a moment.
Deep down I’m still that person, though I’m older now.
And it’s served me well…