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Originally Posted by LikeMinds321  I immediately thought back to my childhood when reading this.
All through school I was quiet. I didn't speak up in class for fear of having the wrong answer or saying something that would sound stupid. I wished I would have said what was on my mind.
In gradeschool - a parochial school - I was especially fearful of speaking up because I saw so many mean boys who would say and do horrible things to other students. I can remember wanting to defend those who were being terribly treated by these boys. I wish I had said something, and even more than speak up, I would have loved to swing a fist at them. It would have been well worth the broken hand I would have no doubt walked away with, and had I been expelled it would have been a bonus because I'd have gotten out of that hell hole.
Overcoming fear has such rewards. Thankfully I feel I've done that. There really aren't fears that encumber me anymore.
LM |
Short of a life-threatening experience, I can't imagine your falling prey to fear.
Thanks for sharing that part of your childhood, LM. I just spent a few moments thinking back over all the folks I've known who went to parochial schools. I'm trying, unsuccessfully, to remember just one who considered it a positive experience.
Do you think your experience with parochial schools had any influence on your decision to not have children?
Mr. Alura