I'm Angie. My life could not be called normal, because I am Angel. I grew wings when I was 3 years. Parents are wondering awful. Even were almost scared what's happening to me. Of course the problems and then dragged my whole life. And started kindergarten. Parents have a big problem to get hold of a nursery where they should willingness to hold such child. Mostly voiced response tips: "Your child does not have the prerequisites for our kindergarten" or "For this child is not normal! Has wings cheer up! Should go for tests, operations or kindergarten for disabled" at least they were honest. Eventually, however, found a nursery that would take