I like to talk…a lot. When I was a kid I talked too much, so my teachers moved me to the back of the class with my very own little desk, in hopes of keeping me quiet. But I just sat there in “elementary-school-solitary” and shouted out to my classmates. Needless to say, I wasn’t their favorite student. Oops. (Sorry, Ms. Fountain!)
A while back, it was pointed out to me (like I didn’t know already) that I talk with my hands. I talk so frequently with my hands that I might as well be Italian…yeesh. This informant asked me if I could talk without the use of my hands, so I sat on them. And you wouldn’t believe it, but I couldn’t talk. It’s as if my hands contain a mute button. If only my grade-school teachers knew that all it took for me to be quiet was to sit on my hands. Ha!