My childhood has two parts: before I moved out of state at age 11 and after. In my earliest years, I had lots of friends, was very active with other kids and tried to fit in with others in my class. However, I was very interested in collecting, being creative and inventing things from what I could find and take apart. I was tested in grade school and placed into the highly gifted category, which did not earn me social isolation there as it would in other places. I was even a tutor to other students who needed help in certain areas that they were struggling on. My sister has an opposite personality than me, so there was constant fighting between us growing up. Unfortunately, that allowed me to vent my creativity towards pranks that I could pull on her to my parents chagrin. Like the time I purposely broke some keys in the door locks of her car so she would be late to school that day. (This was way before you had the button keyfobs that could remotely open your car doors.) Ahh, life was good.
But alas, the good times do not last forever...
We moved out of state when I was 11 and everything in my life changed. Suddenly, I was the new "fat nerd kid" that became a constant target for bullies to pick on. (I had been active in sports before this point, but was not allowed to join any school teams because my family "was too poor to be here" per the school coaches.) The school tested me on my skills, but they did not have any type of program for kids like me, so I was left in with the rest of the students. However, my testing scores were released to the other students and they took it out on me for being so different.
I quickly gave up on trying to fit in where it was impossible for me. My focus switched to revenge tactics and I took my science skills into the dark side (ie. finding ways to use it against others, both defensive and offensive forms). I studied evil throughout history and tried to learn new tactics from it. The bulling got worse and I retaliated in kind when I could. I really did not come out of that phase until well after we had moved to another town five years later where I finished high school. The kids there were more wrapped up into their sports program than anything else, so I could work around them easier. I had very few real friends though. Most of my time out of school was spent studying or working on my different projects that I was developing. My eyes were on college and moving on with my life, not worrying about who I should take to prom.