I remember also, once there was a kid in my school who always peed his pants. Sorry Charlie, I'll call him. Carried a big duffle bag strapped around him to hide his wet spots on his pant legs. poor fellow. I always tried to talk to him, and make him feel comfortable, pretending I didn't smell the lingering hot pee smell looming aroung him. He studdered too. I think he was also in those "special," as they call it, classes for slow learners. Really he was just a genious. The teachers and other students never knew or cared, trying to know, that this was so. In reading class we watched movies like the original Romeo and Juliet, including the fast-forwarded nudity parts, by our teacher Mr. Saint A'more. wow what a name! I called him mr SAy NO More, because he never really said much. During the movies, Charlie would often figit with something; a pen in his mouth, picking his nose, uneasy in his chair, drawing pictures. He always passed the tests though, even when I tried and sometimes failed. He was scared to touch, or examine the animals, insects, or reptiles in the science labs too. The first and youngest animal rights activist in our school. Some days, more than others, he would go home early because of a said sickness, which was actually fear and anxiety of other kids who picked on him. I found it hard not to want to extinguish the bullies that had these insecurities and desires to beat up on kids like Charlie. and Sheeka, and Tanjiu, and Laura. But for the most part, I was one like them, too little, and scared and quiet, and confused to do anything but be their friend...I think, now, they're all models, artists, or doctors. HA!