Sadly, an Apraxia Adventure doesn't only consist of endless hours or speech therapy and mispronouncing words, it has its bullies. I'd be a liar if I claimed that the bullying wasn't awful. If I pinpointed my worst, defeating Apraxia moments-it's definitely the bullies. First grade, about seven-years-old, I was attending after-school daycare. There was a Trio of Trouble, a group of fourth-grade boys that seemed to stir up chaos wherever they went. They'd rough around, steal toys, and tease people. Unfortunately, these boys were popular just for being trouble-makers. Desperate for social interaction, I would accept any sort of treatment not knowing that I deserved to associate myself with those who cared about me. If only I knew this at seven, right? One day, when these boys decided to speak to me, I was actually naive enough to assume these kids wanted to be my friends. Sitting at the jungle-gym on the bottom rung, I waited for an available, nearby