When I was a child my parents worked the State Fair. I remember how much I related to the "Sideshow Freeks" I met for 2weeks every year. I spent every day on the midway. I wanted to growp up to be different enough to be accepted by them and live happily ever after. For three years in a row I bonded with the legless man that ran the bingo tent. Hand walking around the counter handing prizes and collecting money. He was the first DAK that I had seen in real live. I had the feeling that he had MY body. I was the one that wase suppose to be legless. "THATS" what my body is suppose to look like. SInce early childhood I have never had a dream in which I have legs. Im 57 years old and still I do not ream of having legs. I handwalk backwards. Always dressed up to play with the other kids . Cross my leg yoga stle then put on a large par of pants and be the legless man. One year we returned once again to the fair. He was gone. I think of him often. Time passes... The bingo tents are gone too. ........"Now what will I do?" I asked myself.