Alex liked numbers, he not only liked numbers but he was infatuated with them, he constantly counted and re-counted equations in his head that even he didn’t know where they came from. Numbers just seemed to appear to him as though they were trying to speak to him, other children would be daydreaming about fishing, what they were going to do that evening and girls. Girls didn’t interest Alex he didn’t have time for them, he didn’t see the point in them and all that mushy stuff he just thought that it was a waste of time a waste of valuable time, a waste of counting time