Year 6...

Well I can remember 1st grade back in Tijuana, that's like one of the best moments in my life, yet still one of the saddest. I remember buying my lunch at recess time at 11 am. 1 slice of pizza for 50 cents and a soda for 50 cents!! I guess back then i used to eat alot, candy, cookies, tacos chips and sodas. I was overweight..... Then the stomach pains started killing me i couldnt stand them. Back then my dad worked under construction it was so stupid to go there to work that i was hospitalized after being hit by a metal. Age 6 was a year where i was left with alot of scars, i remember this girl coming up to me and calling me " hey 4 eyes" i didnt get what she was trying to say to me i never understood that concept " four eyes" i knew i only had 2 eyes yet i was dumb enough to fall into it. Back at home i remember my mom always washing dishes aand cleaning the house. One day she hit me so hard across the face. I never knew why though, i came running ome from school " momma momma i got a 10 on my exam!!! my mom rplied angry " why are u so f**king selfish?! anyone can get a good grade in math. you think your special because ofthat? you're not!" and i asked with so much ignorance " did you ever go to school momma?" by then my face was red and covered in tears... i went running away into somehwere nobody could find me.. Michelle came in and found me, i told her to leave i made her cry, and then my dog came in to hug me as always, i never turned him away, hes just an animal... by this age i was highly educated not by parents but by life itself.. i was a very self disciplined kid at my age it was weird yet i was proud of myself.........