I saw the exchange between Carol Burnett and Amy Poehler where they share a moment about being an 11 year old kid. And how “there is something about being 11.” And I was happy for them, but when I noticed that a lot of people seemed to understand about “being 11” I realized what I had lost. I knew I had had struggles, but so many people could relate to this special thing about “being 11” and I couldn’t, because by the time I was 11 I was just focused on surviving until I could get out. Sometimes I think I almost had it, too, that special part of “being 11.” Maybe for a minute.













