During my miserable childhood, I dreamed about killing myself or prayed that I would die because I was the most hated and disgusted child in my school. I dread to think of the tears I cried and public humiliation I had to endure just because I was different. The first school days were shocking because I had never been in kindergarten. I was terrified to talk to other children and I had no clue how to deal with a new stress. I chose to observe other children so that I would learn how children socialize. However, the children considered me too quiet and too shy. A misfit, who would cry over ...
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