Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes

things could be worse if i was the only one unable to move in an additional dimension.

my earliest memories are of my mother vanishing.  as soon as i could speak i would ask her, “where are you going?  where do you go?”

and she would say “nowhere special.  just into the 4th dimension for a little while.  nothing to worry about, my darling.” and her eyes looked worried and sad.

“when can i go?  is it nice there?”  i remember thinking it was something you learned to do when you grew into a mommy or a daddy.  this was before they explained to me that i was a rare case of a genetic mutation.  somehow i was only able to see and interact with objects in 3 dimensions.  the doctors were baffled as to how such a creature as myself was even possible.  apparently i am very deformed in the eyes of my species, but my body does extend into all the normal dimensions- even though i can’t percieve them.

i now earn my living as a one woman freak show.

no, wait.  that was unfair of me.  i should say that i earn my living as an inspirational speaker, and that i have helped my race to explore the limits of goemetry, expanding our knowledge of space and time in ways that has produced great benefits in terms of technology and our understanding of the universe.  i speak to groups of children and tell them they can overcome any deficit to be an asset to society.  i speak to adults and tell them of my lifelong struggle to function despite my disabilities and they applaud me and tell me i am an inspiration.

when i asked, my mother would tell me that of course i could come with her to the fourth dimension.  she said that whenever she carried me we were both moving together through the other dimensions.  “oh.  i guess they look just like everywhere else, then.”  i told her.