We were talking about bullying in class, and my teacher goes “Yeah, I think we can all remember being bullied in elementary school” I think back, and I was called several names but I  was never really bullied hardcore. Actually, after I thought about it, I was the one who was bullying, sadly. I can’t find a reason why I decided to act in such an absurd manner though. I remember it though. 2nd grade, I was an evil child. I would bully the girl who became my best friend in the end. But even though I can’t remember clearly why I was so mean, I think I could infer. I had so many problems at home, it was a child’s worse nightmare. I’m pretty sure I brought that anger out at school. Going back and forth between parents, running away from home with my brother (lol), crying in the back of a police car because the officer was my only ride home (not that I got in trouble), watching people I loved get beat down on the streets, having an evil stepmother try and throw a beer bottle at me while my dad was out of the country for my grandparent’s funeral. I could honestly go on. I was only 8 years old and I guess it was just too much to handle but still, it wasn’t an excuse for me to act the way I did to kids at school. Ever since I realized I’ve done wrong, I’ve always been wanting to help people and do the right thing even if I have to get out of my way to do so. I still make mistakes though. Ofcourse, I am still human. But my main goal is to keep my morals in life and just remember that I want to grow up to be those people who help other people without expecting anything in return, without going to work just to get a paycheck and actually care about what I’m doing and the people I’m helping. It’s just the person that I want to be. Will I accomplish it? Who knows.