When I was growing up, I didn’t really know who I was. I was a chameleon. I fitted in everywhere but that left me with the feeling that I didn’t belong anywhere.
It was a strange feeling.
One that gave me lots of friends and a good life but no real depth.
I would find myself imitating other people’s laughs, how they spoke, what they said, how they danced, what they listened to, and even how they ate.
I was like clay. Ready to be remoulded at any moment if the occasion needed it.