Adult conversation is a breeze. I’ve always felt more comfortable speaking to adults than peers my age. What is the hip lingo? I don’t have a clue. My grandma tells this story that I was at a park when I was only four and I walked up to a mom sitting on a bench, plopped myself down next to her, introduced myself, than asked “Which child is yours?” I’m not afraid of adults. Not to say I can’t or won’t participate in age appropriate activities, but I tend to feel out of place and introverted at large functions. No parties or late nights. I’m content with a good book, a cozy couch and a fat cat to cuddle. That’s not to say, one way is correct, or incorrect. It is just who I