I used to think I was very different from me as a child. But earlier today I was sitting on the floor, coloring with crayons, and it was hard to say that there is much difference. I am still someone who likes to sit by myself and draw, who reaches for a book when the world is overwhelming, who thinks strange things are usually funny, who wants to do whatever she wants without being ordered around. I used to want to get away from who I was, thinking I had to be better or something, so it's nice to just be this way without worrying about it.