Running With Scissors
The New Yorker|September 30, 2019
Running with scissors changed my life.
Colin Stokes
Running With Scissors

At first, it was just a hobby, but soon it became something I did almost every day, and now I can’t imagine life without it. It would just be so predictable.

It all started when my parents yelled at me for running with scissors. I could tell that they were trying to hold me back—that they didn’t have the same ability to think outside the box that I did. I ignored them, and, as a result, I won a regional high-school running competition. There will always be people who don’t believe in your vision. Lots of kids in the races I ran would cry and whine, saying that it was “scary” to run next to me, or that I had “cut them badly.”

This story is from the September 30, 2019 edition of The New Yorker.

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