Some kids have treated me badly because of my difference. They can stare, laugh and even make fun of the way I walk. They also can make fun of the pink helmet I wear. But other kids treat me very nice. For example, those kids will help me carry my book bag and pull out my chair for me in class while at school. I like them for doing that. They are my friends.
Most of all, I flaunt my differences by being proud of who I am and standing up for myself.
Every day I come to school happy and cheerful and ready to take on the day.