Inside my mind (Amy's Life)

Elementary School

I don't remember much of elementary school.
Most of the time I would draw or play in the bushes. But there was a boy in my class, who I feared a lot. When I was in first grade, he hit repeatedly hit my head against the window glass of a bus.

I was one of the special kids, whose parents had no time to bring them to school, so I had to be driven in a bus.

I got along with some girls in my class and that was it.

The noise of the other classmates, would make me run outside with tears in my eyes. It hurt my ears and they never took note of that or even cared.

On a more positive note, I started developing in interest in the English language. So I started consuming English media. It helped that we would always sing an English song with the entire school.