My parents were so rich and loved themselves so much that they even built a statue of themselves. We had everything money could buy and more.  I had like a zillion toys and I even had my own theme park, but I was never interested in their splashy lifestyle. I've always had a curious kind of mind. Like for example- I couldn't get my mind off what was behind the red door that mom and dad forbid me from opening.  So sometimes I would just sit and look at it.  "Samantha, you must be the only child on this planet who sits and gazes at a door when you have a room filled with toys!" "Well, I was wondering if I could maybe look through the peeping hole just once?" "But you know the rules, Samantha." "Pleeeeeeez..... " "Fine, just one peek. I'm counting till five." "Okay, time's up!" No matter how much my parents wanted me to be like the other kids- fun and playful- I couldn't help but question everything around me. Like- why are ants so tiny? Or why do we all have two legs and not five? Even my teachers didn't get me.  Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.