I had bad eyesight that no one knew about until I was 5, so I was very careful when it came to steps. I was afraid of men who weren't my dad because they were so tall that I couldn't see their facial expressions. I couldn't tell if the low voice was happy or angry, and the faces looked like dark pits for eyes, so it was no use to look there. My eye contact is still not what you would call standard. I didn't have a firm grasp of routine and the passage of time until I was 10 or 11. School had a routine, and I had a routine, but I was completely unaware of it. I was busy imagining things, so why bother giving any thought to the things that sort themselves out?