Good old days?
People tend to think that being a kid is so much eaiser than being a grownup
I beg to differ
Because what about all those children, much like myself, who were not popular and who were not lucky enough to have a happy upbringing?
I remember always being picked last in P.E
One of the strongest memories I have was coming back from the summerbreak
Our teachers always asked us which foreign country our familes visited this summer
What was I supposed to say?
I hated being forced to tell a lie.
Could I pick a random country and pretend spending two weeks there, during the summer?
But what if the teacher asked for photos or someone asked me questions which I could not reply to?
My answer would always be that my parents were sick on their weeks off.
I spent my time as a child, wishing for nothing else than becoming an adult.
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