A lot of people say they hate adulting. That they wish they could be a kid, coloring with their crayons in a fort made out of pillows and blankets.
I’d take all of that, but without the “be a kid” part. Elementary school was the only time I really enjoyed. Kids didn’t really know how to be “mean” yet.
Sure, they could pick on me, but it wasn’t actually bad until middle school. By then, I had been diagnosed with ADHD. (Understandably so at the time; I couldn’t focus on anything.) The bullying went from a couple of name-calling incidents to more physical tactics.
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