I remember seeing them when I was very young and noticing differences, yet sameness, and never questioned why. I eventually knew one of these special souls personally, the newborn son of family friends. As Dana grew a bit older, my mom explained the differences, and the sameness, as best she could, back in those days. The most important thing, as I remember the talk we had, was that it was important to be especially kind and to remember that he would always act as though he was a child. Confused? I had no idea, but as he grew older and I grew older, it all fell into place. I learned about developmental disabilities, including Down's Syndrome and Dana, indeed, remained a happy, social, childlike human. Yesterday my son and I visited Dana's grandmother. I had seen neither her nor Dana in almost 25 years. I introduced Channing to Dana and off they went, both laughing, telling silly jokes and being children. I had a lovely, long overdue visit with an 88 year-old grandmother and Channing and Dana, from the sound of raucous laughter from the basement, had a grand time, as I knew they would. As we drove away from tbeir house, my son looked at me and said, Hey Mommy, you wanna hear something strange? He told me he was 43. He was just joking, right?" Oh boy. Everything comes round, doesn't it.