by Judy Endow Even though people described me as in my own world as I was growing up, I was in the same world as every other human being. I could not help it that other people could not see the details of the world such as the sun sparkles and the misty tails rising up from the ground early in the morning like I could, but that didn’t mean our worlds were different. Instead our experience of the same world was different. My experience was much more robust because I had ever so much more to see