Growing Up

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Growing up... To be honest growing up wasn't really easy, just keep reading to find out why. So it all started out as just chilling with my parents siblings, having them raise me into the person I am now. So while I was 1-3 years old my parents,siblings and other family taught me a lot. Then Pre K started. Fun, huh ? yeah yeah it was fun. But this is when my anxiety/fear started.. The school said I am ready for Kindergarten! whoopee. Nope . I was all good I made friends in Kindergarten. Until the very next day this staff member came in and said "*anonymous*, tomorrow you don't have school" I pondered why. But i found out I had to go back to Pre K for another yr. Fun. ha . It was embarrassing, I hated how everyone stared at me, I felt dumb. Anyways lets move on to first grade. I hated first grade.. I disliked my teacher. I also hate how everyone was smarter than me. Honestly I am not that smart as people think I am.Also i hated presenting or raising my hand because I'm scared of what other people think. Lets skip second grade also and talk about life outside of school instead. So all through this time outside of school I did role play with my friend, played, hung out with family/friends, go outside and basically what any normal old school kid would do(btw my parents did not have much technology, only television,home phone, not much because we did not have much money and we still don't). Now back to school. Let's talk about 3rd grade.. I loved my teacher. she was so nice and helpful. I still felt shy and everything. towards the end of 3rd grade my sister passed due to cancer so I started to hate life even more. I did not know what to do because she was my joy took my brother and places with her own kids. She also didn't have much money. But she managed to make us happy. I still feel bad because I never told her " I love you" or how much i appreciate her. What sucks is that i was there when she passed, it was too fast and too soon. I would do anything to get her back but not everybody gets what they want. This is the start of my depression, but that is all for now stay tuned for the rest of the story. To be continued xx.

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