Hold My Feet to the Fire!

For great men of the Victorian age it was very popular for their biographers to ascribe to them tremendous ability and accomplishment from an early age.  Alas, should my life ever amount to be worth the telling, my future biographers will be unable to honestly proclaim that I was in any way exceptional as a child.  Quite the contrary, I was absolutely indifferent to setting and making goals, following through with them, and in general kicking ass and getting things done.  If fact, if you met me during the first seventeen years of my life you probably wouldn’t have remembered the experience at all, as I was almost certain to be much more engrossed in whatever book I was reading at the time then socialization and I was very shy.  Although I was always reading about subjects from history to geography to science I was a substandard student; mostly because I had already read whatever everyone else in class had read and was on to something else that didn’t have anything to do with the subject at hand.  So, if my grammar is lacking please don’t blame Mrs. McHenry from 6th grade grammar class, the fault is entirely my own.