I remember being fairly social, knowing the other kids in the neighborhood and school but rarely being the first to play with the new kids I meet. Even at a young age I depended on my brother or cousin to make friends with someone than I would join in on the activities. Because of this I found myself wondering around the neighborhood and school yards by myself alot.
Junior high was hell, no friends, lots of books read. I think part of the reason it was hell was because I realized how big the world was, how small my part might be (haha). This was probably around the time I started to conform and adopt to others influences in my attempts to fit in.
I hated when my parents argued, I felt to much.