Different Strokes For Different Folks
I remember attending a month long theatre camp when I was 15 years old. For the most part the youth who attended the camp resided in the dorms which housed BYU students during the school year. There was one youth who had traveled with his parents. He was eleven. Very talented and gifted child. I don’t know if he was an only child but that is how I saw him. His mother doted on him 24/7. She would accompany to all the rehearsals, activities and whatever else we had going on. She was an older parent who wouldn’t allow Trevor to be out of her sight. I felt bad for him. As gifted as he was with the piano, he lacked social skills. He behaved differently the few times his mom was out of sight – which was rare. I think he was abusing his freedoms. Clair told me that her sibs will dote on Ally just as she does. Neither Jaime or I dote. Neither on...