Kris, age 8
Farmington, NY (1980)
Picture it: It's 1980, and I'm 8. The hip was cocked, torso slightly turned, hands out, and streamers attached. The boy was ready to show the world his baton!!!
Success is not measured by what you posses, but rather by what you have thrown away as no longer needed.
I look at this pic and see so much innocence, just being me.
I reflect on all the years after this picture was taken, and can say it wasn't long after that the innocence was stripped away.
Other boys were normal. Other families were happy. But I was tossed aside. Where is that smiling baton boy?
Today, I have a choice. A choice to say that they can't hurt me anymore.
Today, I'm free! Today, I smile again.
For the youth of today and tomorrow:
Hold on tight and NEVER let go. Never forget that you will smile again, too.