I am a 30ish lady with Asperger's. As you can tell from this poem, "Fond Memories of an Autistic Childhood," I was somewhat low-functioning when I was small. Autism is not a terrible curse, though. I really enjoyed my childhood. I wrote this poem to capture the joy of those bygone days. "Fond Memories of An Autistic Childhood" by Henrietta Brown Spinning, spinning, spinning Spinning merrily Cabinet knobs become a blur; They're tasty copper disks again when I slow down. Copper kettle candy takes me back. Knobs and pennies taste the same; doll feet and dog dishes; spoons and camper hinges. Sweat has a pleasant salty tast of its own, as do tears, dog hair and blood. Play sand tastes like ocean water. Neighborhood kids came. They didn't taste as good as my dog. Their hair was not as nice. They didn't spin with me for long. They got dizzy, and their mothers kept them home.