Deep within every persons heart, their own childhood experience could be the most valuable memories they have. There could be just one or many experiences. These experiences indicate the turning point from childhood into teenagers which make them so memorable and unforgettable. These incidents could be good or bad and could be beneficial or not, depending on which angle you are looking at them. I personally speaking, has had good memories and bad memories, however the bad ones has stained deep within me which I would never forget. On the other hand, the first few years of our life are most important as they determine what kind of life you will lead in the future and our perception towards the world. In a sense, these bad memories have shaped the personality I am today.
During my years in primary school, I was usually solitary because my classmates were very multi-national which made it immensely difficult for me to communicate with them as my English standards were awful. Soon, I noticed that being popular was extremely significant at these times because most kids were rather mature and started dating, having crushes on other people, hanging out at basketball courts during lunch, smoking, taking drugs and street- dancing. These people has earned a reputation in school of being popular while others are still trying to fit in, such as myself.
As time passed by, I got to know more people who came from a more or less similar background as I did, and we became a very close group. For the first time I actually felt important and that I existed. However, good times never last long, as when a bunch of school bullies threatened us if we did not give them our lunch money. The bullies earned a reputation in school of being the most ferocious and brutal band. They call themselves the Band of Brothers since I guess the movie was renowned during the early 90s. One of the bullies strode forward and faced me. There was a sinister feeling at first and then he gradually became more prominent as he advanced closer to me. He was gigantic and stocky. His skin was as black as coal, and his eyes gleamed of mischief. When he spoke, his voice pierced through my skin and a shiver ran up my spine. My legs were numb and weak and the cold sweat suffused my body. The feeling of danger plagued me and it was unexpectedly more than I could deal with.
When you start a new school or a new grade you never know what to expect, all different types of emotions are running through your head sometimes that could be stress. When I started high school, I didn’t know what to do, I was the “new” kid on the block. I had to try and be outgoing and meet new people. My freshman year my priorities were not right, the last thing on my mind were my grades, my ...
I clutched my fist and stood up to them but my knees shook wildly. However, the thought of my friends that backed me up calmed me down a little. The ogre gripped me by the collar and flung me to a locker nearby. I was stunned from the daze, but the pain and agony which soon followed aroused me. I was squirming and twisting around from the throbbing of my chest, my tears uncontrollably poured out of my eyes. The pain was too much to bear that I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I would have anticipated that my friends would have joined in the fight. However, when I looked back my friends have already fled. At that moment, I felt abandoned and betrayed as my only friends in school have deserted me. The bullies dragged me along the floor and shoved me in a locker. I lay there quietly, still dumbfounded from what happened. They were my best friends, I shared more secrets with them than my own parents, and in the end I was left behind. I wept in disappointment as I experienced the feeling of betrayal.
That day when I went home, I pondered about the incident and I convinced myself that it was my fault and not theirs for what happened. Then it stroke me all of a sudden, my friends are just using me as a tool. They would treat you as god when they need you and desert you like a street rat when youre worthless. I felt contemptible and dejected, and from that day on I lived in my own world. I refused to trust anyone, or even speak to anyone. From that day on it was the same routine everyday at school, I would either be dangling off a clothes peg in vexation, or my head was shoved into a toilet seat in the washroom. The bullies would fret me on a daily basis, during lunch period. When I returned home, my parents would always point out my abhorrent appearance and asked me what caused this. I was petrified, and dared not tell the truth. Instead I responded to them tersely that it was a minor accident and need not worry about me.
When people encounter conflict, they learn and grow from the experience. People gain or acquire knowledge and develop themselves when faced with a disagreement or argument, either internally or externally. From conflict they can learn about themselves as well as others, develop skills needed in the future and accept differences. Conflict can occur anywhere, anytime, so it is important for people ...
From this experience, I learned that being the spotlight is not always beneficial. Dont let anyone else set your standard. Just be yourself and avoid people who make you unhappy. You cannot please everybody thus dont let criticisms from other people affect you. Furthermore, the incident with the bullies has taught me a valuable lesson of the saying Look before you leap that I should always stay alert, and notice more of my surroundings. Now, I have overcome my childhood abuses and Ive learned how to identify different people from the way they behave and speak. I also learned that there is no right or wrong, most situations are in the middle and it depends on you to solve these situations under pressure. Every experience teaches a lesson whether good or bad, but they are good ways for people to look back on themselves and recall the mistakes they have made. In addition I learned to find pleasure in simple things and be happy. Experiences play a major role in life and will stay attached to you forever.
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