In childhood I spent countless hours rocking and banging my head. In the early days I was an extremely sensitive "little professor", with nicknames Codger, Crybaby, Worry Wart, The Brain, and World's Foremost Authority. Though constantly at the social margins I had the intellect and focus needed to produce Dragon Puzzle Story, a forty-page book about how brains are built and what they seek. (See dragonpuzzle.net.) My poor eye contact was commented. I plugged my ears with wet paper. I loved to walk but was chosen last for team sports. I had chaotic handwriting and a peculiar gait: When walking I rose up on my toes, such that people named me at a distance by way of my bouncing stride. I had close relatives with pronounced autistic traits, in one case with diagnosed childhood autism. You make the diagnosis.