One of the things that I fear most are children, they are way too observant, things that adults don't see, they do. Such as my adams apple, if I catch a kid staring at me too long I know they are trying to work out some details, I keep my face pointed more at a downward angle so as to hide that darn giveaway protruding from the front of my neck, or sometimes if I'm in the mood just stare back at them, they don't like that too much. I really don't know how the adults don't see it, I guess its because they are all in their own little worlds, whether shopping, checking out at my register at work, or chatting on their cell phones, yep, gotta be that, too involved with their own selves to even give anyone else any notice, thank goodness for me. For years my youngest nephew, before he was told what I was, would point out my adams apple to me every single time my mom and I went up to visit, he ask "what's that lump in your throat?", he was always fascinated by it, and every single time I would tell him that its a mess up, a deformity, or such, but he wasn't satisfied with anything I told him, and it wasn't for me to say the truth until his mom approved of his knowing.
A couple times, because I'm not much of a talker to begin with, also quiet spoken, having talked too much, greeting customers at work, telling them how much they owe for their purchases, thanking them for shopping, it can get pretty tiresome for my throat, and a few times I had my voice crack or kinda go out on me, one time I thought I wouldn't be able to get it back, had to keep trying to clear my throat, scared the hell out of me, damn little boys (it happened twice with two different boys while at work) had to point out that I sounded like a boy (I just thanked them for their rudeness, just so their parents should know to do their job in making sure their kids have some manners, one I guess was so embarrassed she went to another line).
