It didn’t happen during my childhood, when I walked around wobbly with a pediatric walker, smiling and conversing.
It didn’t happen in my sophomore year of high school, after an emergency room visit led to an 11-day hospital stay and a diagnosis of type 1 diabetes. It didn’t happen my senior year of high school, after a four-day hospital stay to implant a pacemaker to regulate my slow heartbeat.
It happened right after high school graduation, the summer before college began. I grew up.