When people reminisce fondly about childhood I often wonder how many social trials in the schoolyard they are airbrushing out. Kids can be brutal. I remember a group of girls who pointedly wouldn’t play jacks with me, kids whose lunchtime circles seemed impenetrable, giggling groups whose secrets I knew weren’t for me. I wasn’t an outcast; I had my own friends and a loving family and a church where I knew I belonged. I imagine, though, that everyone experiences exclusion... Read more