  Some people may say I haven’t lived up to my potential, but I think I’ve come a long way since my days as an infant. Nobody ever gives me credit for childhood accomplishments. After one achievement, it's always, "So what are you gonna do next? " When is it enough? When do people stop asking me? When I exhibit signs of mental deterioration?
I'd really like to break down my childhood in terms of goals met. I'll start with my birth, which was cruel and unusual. But, hey, I survived. Within three years of my grand entrance, I learned an entire language with its structural nuances, grammatical functions, and verbal inflections. And nobody has ever considered that to be amazing. In that same three years, I also learned how to eat solid foods, walk, run, and clean up after myself. I learned that crayons can be used on paper and as well as on walls. I learned the rules of baseball and hockey.
I learned to count to 100. I learned simple arithmetic. I categorized the world according to two important groups: edibes and non-edibles. (And I did this with very little experience. Call it intuition, but I knew I couldn't eat parts of the sidewalk or plastic shovels. ) I have to admit, since my days as an infant, things have slowed down quite a bit. All I can say for myself in the past few years is that I've learned tact and diplomacy to an extent.
While I lack certain traits admired in highly effective business people, I feel that the neurotic behaviors and quirky habits I've amassed in my pursuit to remain in denial have given me an edge. While I'm not as likeable as some, I'd definitely recieve an "honorable mention" at my own funeral. 
