My name is Rocky. Actually my name is Harold Reginald Blackbear Jones III. Nobody calls me Harry or Reggie like they do Mike. Nobody calls me Harold or Reginald like the substitute does Beauregard. He has to correct them by yelling, Just Bo! They call me Rocky because, well, I rock. I didn’t really notice it. When I was in first grade, the teacher put me in with the Bluebird reading group before I read a single word on the page. So read along as Rocky tells you what it is like to not only struggle with Autism but how to become the hero in your own story. All it takes are a few caring adults. A school librarian, a mother and a small town.You’ll love Rocky’s story.