Growing Up A Quiet Kid

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Growing up a quiet kid taught me a multitude of things. I learned how to observe the details in life, from recognizing the crunch of leaves beneath my feet to the smell of the ginkgo berries in Autumn. I learned how to read people and understand how they were feeling without sharing a word. Though this sounds like a useful trait, my keen observation skills came with a cost: I have never been able to relay my feelings or thoughts through words as well as a typical teenager should. Making friends has never been my strong suit, not because I seem uninviting, but because my mind is constantly processing so much of my surroundings that I’m not able to come up with quick and witty responses that quality conversation thrives on. I realized my unfortunate

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