Autumn

Autumn is my favorite season because wildly beautiful colors appear on the trees.  It often reminds me of the beginning of the school year. I am not autistic. Too many people do not see me.  I am really smart and loving.  An idea would be to treat people equally. I tie this idea into autumn because of my experience in school. I was never included in the academics I was capable of learning.  I am smarter than anyone ever gave me credit for.  They were blind to who I am because I could not talk.  Even my family could not see.  But my Dad took a chance on me.  He is my rock and he loves me, I can feel it.  Autumn this year feels different.  The colors on the trees are more vibrant than ever because I can talk.