I just met a guy named Kevin who I’ve never met before. He asked me “hey, did you go to Wilson Elementary School?” I said “yes, but not really because I use to run away from school every morning after my Mom dropped me off.” Yes, I was a 6 year old traumatized kid that hated school so after my Mom would drop me off, I would run home and hide outside in the bushes. Then my Grandpa use to always come and look for me. I have absolutely no memory of even walking into the classroom. Anyway, Kevin said he remembers me. A few days later, he sent me this class photo of our 1st grade.
Do you know which one is me? Gosh, there were a lot of cute girls in my class. I should have gone to school more often. Haha. 
No wonder I was traumatized. I get the chills looking at this. Look at my haircut my Mom use to always give me before picture taking day. I was called “rice bowl haircut” because of that. I was also called “Frankenstein” because of my jaw underbite. I was also the smallest kid in my grade so I got teased all the time. Kids were mean back then. I’m just grateful for surviving that dark time in my life because I remember going to sleep every night not wanting to wake up the next morning. So looking back at myself at age 6 makes me so grateful to be alive. And maybe that’s why I enjoy my life so much more now. I’m living my life now as a big kid that should have enjoyed it back then. It’s never too late…
