Autism

It was a year ago, in spring. I was looking forward to going to my friend Benjamin’s house. The first thing that I noticed when I got there was that the houses were huge. They were each a bit smaller than a mansion. So I walked through the door, and there was Benjamin. So we were playing around when his sister came downstairs. I would say she was around 5, and even though it was in the afternoon, she was still in her pajamas. So she comes up to me, puts her hands in her butt, and tries to get me to smell it. I was really surprised, and then I noticed the whole house smelled king of like poo. So I tell her “No, I don’t want to smell your poo.” She makes a face at me that says “What?”, and runs away. That was my first experience with autism, and I remember it to this day.