While you can’t really tell from this picture, I was born with cerebral palsy.  I could do almost everything any of my friends and classmates did…unless it required any degree of balance.  My feet pointed inward, and it was often a battle to remain upright and walking.  During Kindergarten I had to wear leg braces (instruments of torture), and my poor mother spent every morning wrestling me into them while I screamed and squirmed.   Like any child with a visible difference, I felt like an outcast in the classroom.  My neighbourhood friends were used to my gait and never gave it a second thought, but gym class at school was torture for me.  No one picked me for their team