Today I went out to recess and I was looking for my friend Mark. He lives down the street from me. He gave me a few shiny rocks from his collection. He is two years older than me and has bright red hair. When I was looking for him I heard a big kid yell, “Midget, midget.” I thought that it was a special kind of bird so I looked up. My mom loves birds but I had never heard of a midget before. I didn’t see anything weird in the sky so I looked around and I saw two guys on the swing set. They were big kids and they were even older than Mark. They were laughing and looking at me, and I realized that they were calling me a midget. Maybe that was my super power kicking in. I am not sure. I had the idea that they were not being nice.
I told my mom about it after school and she said they were just mean guys and I shouldn’t worry about them. I am not really worried about them. But I want to know what a midget is and why I am called that by people who are making fun of me. I think before I can fix things I need to understand what the whole problem is. So I need to understand what these guys were saying. And I need to understand why it was funny. I don’t like the idea of big kids laughing at me on the playground. It makes me feel kind of bad. But then I remember I am a super hero, and I know that I will figure it out. I do think sometimes that I am better at fixing problems for other people. I seem to go slow when I am bad.
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