Snippets.

I remember, as a young Joanne, say around 8, going about my childlike ways in primary school. I would sometimes walk around the playground on my own. In my head, I would seemingly appear deep and excogitative, a child prodigy of sorts. In reality, I probably appeared quite lonely.

On one of these occasions, walking around on my own, I started to follow people. Not even people whom I was truly acquainted with. But I would follow these individuals, at a moderate pace, for a good few minutes, enough time to make them feel just a little bit uncomfortable. After that, I would turn to them and ask- "Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?". Then I would walk away, leaving them to contemplate my words.

I was an interesting child.