I had a terrible childhood. I felt like I was always alone; no friends, ignored by family, and always left by myself. I wore my house key on a chain around my neck so I could let myself into the house after walking home alone from school. From about the 2nd grade through high school I was bullied and constantly picked on. I was short and skinny; my nickname was ‘shrimp’. And I hated it. School was a constant struggle and my grades sucked. It seems like I have no memories at all of every really being happy.
Could it have really been that bad?
My brother was significantly older than I am, and had joined the Navy while I was still a toddler, and I have no idea what it was like for him growing up. Throughout his life though I never really saw him happy either; always…
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