As soon as I got up to my room I made my bed and lined up all my stuffed animals in order from smallest to largest. It's a habit. Once my bed was neat and tidy, I carefully sat down and looked up at the ceiling. If I looked closely I could still see the tiny blue stars I painted onto the white ceiling with the help of my pop pop when I was little. The stars aren't that tiny, I just have a really tall roof. Sometimes at night, when I can't sleep, I like to pretend that they're real stars twinkling in the sky and try to find the constellations. I also like to echo random words. Luckily, my moms room is down stairs so she can't hear me.
The only rooms upstairs are my room, a bathroom, tv room, and my small art room. And it's not like the neighbors will mine because we live 10 miles away from any other house. I guess the animals in the rain forest may hear me though considering we live on the outer rim of it. My mom is a zoologist. She'll often take me on hikes up with her to go visit some of the animals she studies.
I wonder if all kids have flashbacks or if it's just the autistic ones. I know, I'll ask the Internet. Ok let's see here, Safari, do normal kids have flashbacks. Dozens of websites pop up. The only problem is that almost all of them are on why people have flashbacks not what kinds of people do.
Not knowing what to do know I go to my favorite tab that I've kept open for a few years now. What is the meaning of life. All the websites say is that life is about doing things you love and creating memories. What if you don't have anything you love to do? I mean, I love making art and painting and sometimes sculpting but is that all my life is about? I haven't even gone on any of the adventures that I've dreamed about.