I was the last in line out of 5 kids (with a 10 year gap from me to the next, they're all within 2-3 years of each other), spoiled and semi-bratty but a completely insecure kid who was considered to be the genius of the family due to my reading books to my parents shortly after I turned 2. Couldn't get enough self-education back then, if I wasn't playing, I was reading everything I could get my hands on regarding animals, human anatomy, or whatever else seemed interesting (my favorite thing was my encyclopedia collection, a young 'nerd in training' I suppose). Did great in school for anything non-physical, but I was already quite overweight by the time I was in 1st grade, and it only got worse from there. Kept growing both upward and outward to where I was 6-12" taller than every kid in my class by 4th grade and was nearly double the weight of the average student in my grade. Felt depression starting around puberty, combined with my weight that only made things worse. By middle school, I declared to my mom "Nobody likes the smart kid, I'm done with it", and began my descent into no longer trying to do much of anything for a good stretch. Lots of regret for wasted years, spent too much time trying to figure out what was wrong inside my head as well as how to be "cool" with others, neither of which worked out with any real success. But, despite being surly as hell from about age 11 onward, lots of great memories in there from an era of believing that anything was possible and the the world and those who inhabit it were inherently good. My, how my outlook changed as I got older, some things for the better, some for the worse!