Trouble and my Big Sister
I didn’t get in trouble much at school, which is very surprising since I got picked on a lot, but I never took revenge. I had few friends. I think I was kind of in my own little world. My sister was older. When I came home from the hospital, I wasn’t the normal baby. I screamed a lot. I slept two hours every twelve hours. My sister wanted my mom to return me for a better baby.
The Corner
I was no stranger to childhood punishment. Trouble seemed to follow me everywhere I went. I thought my punishment was the cruelest, most inhumane and unjust punishment that any child could have. No child was punished the way I was, or at least that’s how I saw it. I was always getting in trouble with the police by my own doing, which I really thought happened because of other people, especially my brother.
Summer Break
Summer break was always a welcoming relief from the dreadfulness of school. As much as I hated change, I hated school more. School days were an endless maze of bullying on every social hierarchy.