Life Experience Essay: A Happy Childhood Experience

Everyone said when you are a child, you are having a good happy life and you don't have any problems at all. But I think not all children are so lucky enough to have a happy childhood life experience. Me by myself, I don't want to judge anyone or criticize anybody what’s going on about their life but what I'm going to talk here is my own childhood. I have a very sad one but life must go on. Sometimes things happened when you are not expecting it, and you are just asking yourself why?

Growing up for me was no fun. I had so many bad experiences that even now it haunts me and I am 17 years old. When I was young, around two years old, my parents took me at my aunt’s house. I was too shy to adapt to the new home. Moreover I could see my parents

All I wanted is living with my family and my siblings again, and that’s my dream and my wish. But not always life gives you what you desire or what you like, sometimes you have to adapt yourself to new thing and bitter life.

From the 1st grade to the 5th grade, I had no friend at school. I use to sit alone on the very last bench of the very last row in every class. I used to eat alone and sometimes while eating, I suddenly would start crying because of all that was happening. The tears dropped in my food as well. Others just found it assuming and laughed at me and sometimes even trip or hit me. Even the teachers used to hate me because I used to score excellent in exams.

The little time we were together, I wished my parents would pay a little attention or care for me. They never look at any of my report cards, test or acknowledge I had a field trip or not. All they would do is work and work and come late at mid night. All I could figure is that I was being neglected and

I started opening up to my friends and share stories until I had that courage to ask my parent why they did all that to me, and all they would say is that they did it was for your good. But I ask the myself was there any good in it? I was hated by everyone in those years, even though I was nice to people or sometimes didn’t even talk to people. It is so difficult for me to move on, forget all that happened.. i wish i could just remove all that from my head.. i wish to die, so that i can start again maybe.. Even while typing my eyes can't stop but roll tears down my