Personal Narrative: My Search For Autistic Children

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At first, I had no idea that my little sister was different. She was just Sarah, who loved to sing, who would often scream, whose imagination had no limits, and who kept to herself. While I have another little sister, Alison, I was too young to notice the difference between the two of them. I believed Sarah was just as ordinary.
I can distinctly remember the moment when I realized Sarah was not like other girls. One day during third grade, I was talking with my neighbor's little sister at the bus stop. She was younger than Sarah, and she amazed me with how well she spoke. She made jokes and understood what others asked her, whereas Sarah did not understand new questions or humor. In that instant, I began to feel ashamed, wondering why my sister didn't seem as smart as other children.
I had heard my mom use the word "Autism" before, but at age nine, this word meant nothing to me. I eventually discovered that "Autism" means that Sarah simply thinks differently from others. It does
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On the contrary, if given the opportunity, I would never change Sarah, for that would change who I have become. Raising an autistic child is indeed difficult, demonstrated by the many families who have fallen apart because of this challenge. However, my family has grown closer. I have a soft spot in my heart for those with disabilities. I have learned that these disabilities don't make people weak. These individuals are simply different, and they can be gifted in many ways like Sarah is with memory and imagination. Today, I'm inspired to help with organizations such as the Special Olympics, where children with special needs are encouraged to find their strengths and have fun. The first time I attended the Special Olympics, I watched Sarah sprint across the track and exclaim, "Yay, I won! I won!" as she leaped over the finish line. Her excitement was infectious; it brought a smile that I won't
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