My son is ten years old. I would never call him "typical". The following is a sotry he wrote sometime in October of 2013 for your enjoyment.
Wrestling is like two people get down and lean to each other and start to wrestle when the coach blows the wistle [sic] they will start wrestling and the coach will stay to see who will win the match who ever wins gets to face to face. I hear people talking and playing game. I feel a table and it has stuff like food or newpapers on it and books to read after supper. I smell food on the table when I come in the house to play and eat supper. I taste food and water in my mouth and I taste saliva and anything thats in my mouth.
I think in a way he is lucky experience reality with such intensity and so aware of every detail...sight, taste, hear...I think most of us forget to easily, take things for granted, stop paying attention to the wonderful place we live in....
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