You are crippled with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis.  You try to be as cute as anyone, and succeed except when you move.  Awkward in every way, and grumpiness soon to follow, from over achieving that rubs you with growling weariness and jabs of pain.  Being social is a lot of work when standing is a pain.  I want to know the artistic ones, and begin to find places to sit.  Then my work comes to know me.  Watercolor, drawing figures, fast, and reading Growing Woman, my Paleolithic selfs story, to you.