My Story

When I was Young

When I was young, I didn't really have any friends. Well, friends that were my own age. I had two friends that were two years older than me. And one friend that was six years younger than me.

So I mostly spent my time outside making mud pies and stuff alone. But not everyday. Thankfully.

When I started kindergarten, was when I first started to realize the meaning of being bullied. Yes, in KINDERGARTEN I was bullied. But not the little things like, "He took my pencil!" Like, literally bullied. I would get shoved, and my stuff ripped into pieces. I had no friends. I would just walk around the playground alone until it was time to go inside...

Then in first grade, I didn't really get bullied. Only once in a while by this kid named Garette. But I got in trouble a lot. Because of my so called "friend" got me in trouble a lot... Almost like, everyday. But other than that, it wasn't that bad.

I don't really remember anything from second grade. All I remember is my teacher. Ms. Tiegh or Tigh. Something like that. Anyways, she was pretty cool. She gave us candy and stuff whenever we did something right. But that's all I really remember.

Third grade though, that was interesting. Well at that age anyways. This kid on my bus got me kicked off. He told the bus driver that I smacked him... Which wasn't even true. He just wanted me to get in trouble.