From the moment I was born, people would always tell me I was an unusual kid just because I likeliked the color pink, loved my vegetables, and had an idiosyncratic curiosity towardstoward life. I thought that people believed and felt the same things that I did. BoyHow wrong I was and I learned the hard way. inIn first grade when I told a girl that she was pretty and , I guess she didn’t like that answer, so she hit me. I began to hide my philosophy until Fourthfourth grade where I thought it was time to show the world what I had, until I was accused of calling a girl a lesbian. trueTrue, I did, but she called me a hobo which I explained it to the teacher; I got no pity. franklyFrankly, I was not surprised that the only person who got ininto trouble was me. Since fourth grade I pondered on equality and how it’s unbalanced for women and men; there are certain things looked down upon if either gender does it. inIn that regard we are equal.