My Friend Mark

Marks my friend, my friend who looks like no other friend in the world. Hes autistic. Weve been inseparable since Infants school. I can see it now. I was knee-high to a grasshopper. That was five years ago Hello, Mark, my names Miss Goody. This sparked off a storm of kicks and punches, Mark looked like a windmill gone mad, his arms and legs swinging through the air. That day, I was very frightened of Mark !