Interior Monologue

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being stared at continuously by these narrow-minded people who just think of me as some kind of retard.
I don’t remember the accident, the car accident that is. I remember growing up in the wheelchair though. Well, for a while when I was young it wasn’t a wheelchair that I had; it was this little skateboard type thing you could say. It used to bother me how I saw kids running around and playing while I was there in my wheelchair. I thought that I had done something wrong to deserve to be in that wheelchair. Today I guess I’m just used it all. Ofcourse it bothers me to see people running around and all that kind of stuff, but I’ve realised that I’m going to have to be in this wheelchair for the rest of my life so there is no point in me getting all upset about other people being able to use their legs. I remember doing leg exercises all the time on this bicycle my grandpa made. I had to use my arms to make it move and it would move my legs as if I was riding the bike. I don’t really ...

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