with your personal experiences, what was the hardest part of growing up?

Answer 1

being bullied by not only everyone in my entire grade at school, but by my aunt. i was bullied at school for being and looking different. i couldnt help that i looked different from the others. we were kids, and i guess children hadnt seen other children with a long nose, especially a girl. not only that, but i went through a tough time in my life when i reached 3rd grade after hearing my grandmother, the closest person in my life at the time, had passed away. as a result, i lost control in my eating habits, and ate whatever i could as a way of trying to make me cope with her death. because i was skinny and hadnt eaten anything before, i was eating like a guy. as a result, i would fart in school. so on top of the teasing and bullying (as in physically hurting me), people would tease me and make fun of me for farting. so much so, that i had to stop eating like that and stick to one thing. i couldnt eat in school because the food they had at the canteen was unhealthy, and bringing food from home to eat could have made me continue to fart in school. my mum would make me lunch in the morning to take to school, and because i didnt want to give people a reason to tease and make fun of me, i would give my food away, and the left-overs i would throw away. but yeah. i tried to tell my principal about the bullying, but she did nothing about it. and every time i would tell her what happened, she would say 'well, you shouldn't have gone near them'. the more i look back to that response, the more i hate it, because it wasnt like i was going up to everyone in my grade and asking to be bullied. i guess the worst part of being bullied was being bullied by my own friends. and the only way i ever got friends as a kid was because they felt sorry for me. my family was no help either. i would come home from my grandparents' house (my aunt lives with her parents) with bruises all over my arms and legs and they never even came up to me and ask me what happened. that made it worse as my aunt would keep doing that to me for the next few years. it's not like i could escape not going over to my grandparents house. my mum had nowhere else to take my younger sister and i when we were on school holidays. and my sisters always got me in trouble. my younger sister especially. she grew up looking like my mum, i grew up looking like my dad, and as a result, i would always get blamed for everything that went wrong. it literally felt like i was being treated like crap. i couldnt speak to anyone as i didnt have anyone i could speak to, and because i couldnt speak up when things were happening, it affected me mentally. so much so that when i'm on the computer typing something, i seem a lot smarter than what i am, as i have difficulty in speaking directly with people and forming conversations. i give off the impression to others that i'm shy when really it's that my growing up affected me so much that i was unable to speak up. i still have problems speaking up today, but my aunt no longer treats me the way she used to, and because im out of school, people are no longer teasing me. from time to time, i do get people bullying me, but i just do my best to move passed that

Answer 2

Well, personally, i was born and raised on a farm, back in the '40's when there was no such thing as stable management classes or riding stables in my area. of course it was a very rural area, and as a kid i was Lucky enough to have a couple of parents that thought a horse would be a good investment to keep the kids busy and active and learning and doing things to help out in the barn. i had very little riding experience when we kids got the pony, except for the occasional ride on the work horses, or if dad wasn't there we could hop up on the back of a surprised steer, that ride did not last long, even the pigs were not off limits, those rides did not last long either. But the thing is we kids were learning how to balance, how to fall, how to handle this and that when it came to outsmarting an animal. now a days there seems to be some unwritten rule that one has to know how to w/t/c, and learn how to muck out, before you can own a horse...who made that law...the way i learned was grab a shovel and dig in...i suppose if you are a city kid with no clue as to what a barn is all about, or closing gates or leading a horse to water and thinking that it will drink. But all kids and novice riders and potential horse riders and owners are different. We all learn at different paces and different ways, some never learn. if you are gung ho on this owning a horse than maybe that is what you need. if your parents are willing and able to buy and pay the board on the horse and you will have plenty of help with the chores and questions that you have, go for it. Some of us need that special chore and living critter to worry about and care for. others are quite satisfied to take the lessons once a week, let someone else do all of the hard work of feeding, mucking, etc etc, that is fine, nothing wrong with that, but others want to be more involved and as early as possible, nothing wrong with that either. So really your eperience is not the main issue that should be looked at here when owning a horse, that is what boarding barns and trainers, and instructors are for and how they make a living. The question is, can you or your parents afford to take care of the horse.

Answer 3

The hardest part of growing up would have to be meeting people that you love more then your parents and learning how to cope with that. The whole meeting new people is huge!

Answer 4

The hardest part would be the learning while growing. I'm still growing.

Answer 5

Making it throught the harsh world of highschool had to be the hardest. All the jealous girls. Getting grounded for being out too late. Stupid imiturities and cliques. But, if I had a choice to go back I would seriously live it all over again.

Answer 6

Being raised by an abusive father and enabling and also abusive mommy dearest who were both too consumed by their own pain that they couldn't fathom how to truly care for their children. Learning to forgive and accept who they were as parents and realizing that just because a person grows older, does not mean that they become wiser....you have to make the effort to do so.

Answer 7

Relationships were tough - friends, boyfriends, all of them. I was so shy and insecure. I was afraid to say anything for fear of sounding dumb. I guess I just didnt have much self esteem. I started using drugs and alcohol at a pretty early age because it gave me courage to jump in socially and also it made me just not care.

Sad to think back on that period of my life. Kids have it tough! Trying to make sense of things is really hard and if you dont get the greatest parents youre in for a wild ride.

Answer 8

School. Between the grades 6 and 11.

Answer 9

Getting through Junior High School.

Answer 10

well, everyone sees many different aspects of life...everyones childhood is diferent yet if we were to take it in a general perspective... i think peers have a great influence on kids and so basically feeling okay with being different and standing up for ur morals and such when you are the less common perspective.

Answer 11

When I finally figured I was really on my own and why were all these people(mostly men) coming through my life.