Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Childhood Inspired Writing

Despite what I may have told you, not everything in my childhood was bad. As a matter of fact, these experiences may have helped make me a better person. I believe that I am a more open-minded person due to these experiences; and therefore, I hate ignorance and do not tolerate it. I am intolerant of religious ignorance (Both toward certain religions and when religious people target groups like homosexuals or furries), sexual ignorance (Homophobia), amongst any other forms of ignorance spouted by people who really need to open their mind and educate themselves. I will protect and defend those defeated by ignorance because I will believe it is right. Anyway, without further ado, here's some embarrassing stuff from my childhood:

1. I remember one time I was playing outside. You see, my aunt owned an illegal child day-care business, so the kids I didn't like and I went for our regular playtime.
12. I was over at a gymnasium because my big sister was a gymnast in here more perfect years. I got bored of watching her, plus I didn't even know where she was. My mind was always unable to focus at the time, so I ended up going near the lockers and stealing a soda I found. Somehow, the person who owned it managed to stick candies stuck inside of the bottle, so I opened it up to find out how they placed it in there. Well, it exploded so I just threw it at the locker and laughed. The kid that I've never seen before walked up to me and asked if we could play tag. Well, I did and I ended up playing tag with him. Once I got back to the bleachers to watch my sister I told him to stop. However, he did not and he ended up pushing me. My body backflipped under the bleachers and I cracked open my head on one of the bleachers. Blood was everywhere. I got up, crying; and my stupid aunt told my mother, "We cannot take him to the hospital, it will cost $400.00 and I don't have the money." So, I just got home, put ice on my head and now, if I were bald, you'd see a scar on my head from the event. It's like a subtle dent in my head, I can still feel it. It hurts when I hit it on the shelf.

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