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Lessons learnt as a kid.

I went to this school where most rich students in my district go to when I was in high school.My parents were just shopkeepers and they thought it was a great idea to send me there eventhough they would earn less than enough to pay for the school fees.I couldn't fit in with my shabby uniforms there.I was fat and sweaty in most days as a kid.The irony in life is that everyone thinks it's cool to poke fun at the shabbiest kid in class or the fat porky kid and I was both.When in english class there was a chapter on The Ugly duckling by Hans Christian Anderson and I could totally relate to that.I thought i'd grow up to be a beautiful swan one day but I'm stuck in that same old shabby fat kid's body,today.I recall wearing leggings to school one day and I showed it to my friends as a joke,one of my stupid friends told everyone in class that I was wearing girls socks.I borrowed a horseblade,cut my leggings and turned it to a sock,this was my first encounter with being made fun of by everyone because of the dress I wear.I was a quiet but a curious child and I use to love taking electronics apart.One day,when I was visiting my grandparents' house,my Uncle bought a new alarm clock,I took all of it apart but couldnt put it together back.Such was my curiousity.My curiousity leads me to many punishments during my childhood and I was usually punished severly.Too many punishments hardened me stone cold and I was a pretty rough kid.Fights happened alot and I wouldn't win most of my fights but it was a self defence mechanism that kicked in when I felt I'm being treated in the wrong way.I usually choose fight over flight and my face till now is scar ridden from all the fights in my childhood.I was ostracised due to this because I was violent but I do have friends,nerdy kids that need protection by a dumb but violent kid.I'd face my first bullying because of my nerdy friends.Being friends with nerds has helped me to learn many things but standing up for them when i'd face the consequences alone was not one of them.Those kids I stood up for were never my real friends because when I changed schools,they'd never keep in touch and most of them distanced themselves when I meet them.My parents were working parents having to make ends meet by working together as a team and my mom would travel to buy things to sell at our shop while my dad would sit at the store all day.My sister and I would stay at home,alone,without an adult supervision,reading or watching tv the whold day.Our television set was our nanny but electricity would go out most of the time and we would get bored.We would fool around to pass time and everything was fun and play until someone would cry or seriously get hurt.It was one of these moments that turned my whole life around.I was chasing my sister near a road when a vehicle hit me and scraped my ankle to the bone.I couldn't walk for months and had to learn how to walk again.It was in these months that my I entered a the realm of video games,a whole universe hidden inside a small disk.I started playing video games and I still do.At the highest points of my live,when we were a bit well to do,but then tragedy struck and my dad became sick and passed away.We use to have a lot of family friends coming to our house often but when my dad died we spiraled into poverty back and most of them wouldn't even talk to us.I've learnt the true meaning of life from this that friends that stick to you at your lowest point in life are true friends after all and that people will flock you and tell you sweet nothings but do not believe them,they will all go away when you hit rock bottom.I remember my dad taking me to a run down library near my house when I was a toddler,before I could read.I would look at the cowboy and war pictures and this sparked my interest for reading.I could read the whole day and never grow tired of reading unless it was my school books,which I hate to read.I now read at least 2 books per week.My childhood was filled with awesome adventures and other things which I will write down another day.Thanks for reading till the end,you have nothing to do?

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