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Andy L. Kuzmeskas

Mrs. Cramer

College Comp, Pd. 8

18 September 2020

My Life in Three Minutes

It was the weekend, a somewhat cloudy, dour day... or was it a pleasant, beautiful, sunny

evening? Any details are vague at best, when they’re overshadowed, by the worst event I have

gone through (at that time) occurred. My mother said we were moving houses, and the same

weekend we were packed, ready to travel to, once again to another house; unfortunately it was an

afterthought for my mother to give me a chance to say goodbye to my friends as well.

All right, so that was my second move and I'm still situated in the house that my family

transitioned into, but until my current residence, moving had a sense of normalcy. Although the

only house I do remember was the brick house, it was in a cul de sac in Lock Haven. The house

had a puny lawn with white carpets, and with my small amount of remembrance I have, was

generic but quaint. Fortunately, as well as the other house, I recollect little from my previous

home, because at the time my mother’s marriage was on rocks (putting it lightly) eventually

ending in divorce, which was one of the main reasons why we moved to begin with. Now I'm

thankful that this happened, due to making me as I know it today, but let's give some context to

that thought first.

At this point I was four and was also diagnosed with Asperger's. We moved from

Lockhaven, PA to Bradford, PA, which is about three hours away, and at that age, relationships
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that are at a distance like that are far and few in between. Therefore, I had to make new friends.

Not exactly a stellar combination of events, to be a function person in and out of school, and I

wasn’t. I mainly stayed to my own interests, until around eighth grade and found my footing by

ninth. As of now, no problems have emerged, whether a loss of companions or from previously

mentioned Asperger's, and in fact the only reasons I have those people as friends is because of

what occurred in the past.

Due to, being immensely introverted, it allowed me to develop not because of what other

were, but I decide to be. With a miniscule quantity of outside influence from others, (mainly

being my mother) I was able to cultivate my sense of what was and wasn’t, ethics and morality I

aligned with. As an affect to that, I became more self-independent. Not to the extent where I

believed I was nigh omnipotent, I still was much in need of guidance, whether in education or

being a upstanding person; I just sat of those types of quandaries a more that I would of if not for

that isolation. Also, without having my father I definitely had more room for my own thoughts,

because if that didn’t occur, I would carry on some of his beliefs, positive or negative. From

having making friends later in life, I knew who I could relate with and not, making what was

challenging simplistic as well.

Even though things may have seemed problematic it was, in fact, vice versa. What some

might consider to be negative, for a young developing child, turned out to be greatly beneficial in

the big picture. Having Asperger's, and slow development with interacting other people allowed

me to create my own individuality, with less external influence to boot. Overall, those challenges

that were problems at the time, when dealt with, actually aided me for the future.