During the time I was. in second to sixth grade I was bullied. Almost every day I was humiliated. I didn’t want my mother to know what’s happening. She was sick most of the time.
One day, in the school bathroom a few girls put my head in the toilet. They would throw things at me, I was pushed, and they would eat my food. When my mother learned of the bullying she went to the principal. The difference wasn’t that much, however when I was in sixth grade I met someone who will make a difference in my life.
By the time I went to middle school, I was changing and taking over myself. I didn’t let anyone to embarrass and humiliate me. myself. I’ve to learn to defense myself and as a teenager the word “revenge” sounds sweet. I’ve to give a few punches and at the time it was the only way. My mother wasn’t to thrill and I spend most of the time in trouble.
Anyway, that’s another story for another time.