The Indigo and I
As a child, I was very sensitive and intuitive. My Father would brag about me to his friends and family, telling them how at age three I could read my Mother’s thoughts. My Mother was oddly mum on the subject. I lived for myself, and did not always play by the rules. I thought I was crazy, and sometimes still do.
Now, I have read on the Internet, there is a phenomenon that might explain my personality to the world. Have you heard of Indigo Children? They are, depending on who you ask, assertive, self-determined, mystical, psychic brats, with attention deficit disorder. Indigo Children don’t play by the rules. I guess I was not crazy. I was merely an Indigo Child.
