Flipping the Narrator the Bird

I’ve always been a master of “selective hearing.” As a child I was precociously opinionated—a trait that’s transformed into adjectives like “headstrong” and “assertive” as I’ve aged—and my innate love for contradiction meant there was a cold chance in hell that I would follow directions without asking at least one question (or spitting out my fair share of backtalk). I was always a good child, but I’d never say that I was an easy child.

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