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Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
The only time I ever cried at school was when we were supposed to draw a picture of our mother in first grade. It was easy for everyone else — obviously, since they saw their mother every single day. In the end, I just used my imagination, since at that time I haven’t seen a lot of pictures of her. My dad showed them to me a few years later when I was around ten years old.
Talk about something that happened in middle school.
I was in middle school when I learned how to play the guitar, so I brought it with me basically everywhere I went to – even school. And I played, a lot, until one of the teachers got annoyed or something and wanted me to hand them my guitar. Even though it was during lunch break. But I didn’t want to, so this was the first time I actually got detention.
Talk about something that happened in high school.
I skipped a lot of classes during high school, something I never did before. Now I realize that I’ve only done it to attract my dad’s attention, even if it was in a negative way – but at that time, it was more than I could have wished for. I somewhat regret it now, because I caused too much unnecessary trouble for both him and myself.
