An extremely intelligent and curious child, interested in anything and everything and with the brains to delve into things far beyond the level of other kids, especially with my grandfather teaching me (he was an engineer with plenty of chemistry and physics knowledge). Not particularly good at interacting with other kids, but not bad, either. This was before the bullying began, of course. One of the truly happy times in my memories, from 4 until abut 9 or so.
I've often been thinking back to how I was back then lately. It's one of the truly happy times I can think back to that hasn't been hopelessly corrupted by bullying and its aftermath. Everything after is too filled with regrets and missed experiences and chances I can never get back. It's odd to think that I now resemble myself from when I was that young more than any other time in my life, although I've only managed to "unlock" a very small amount of the curiosity and intelligence and ability to apply it that I used to have from back then. I often wonder what I would've been like had I not been made to suffer so much for so long. If I'd been given the proper attention to my needs and grow and mature properly.