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The Broken Door
One sunny day, in nursery, everyone wanted to go out and play but I didn’t. All of the teachers forced me to go out and play. I was only three at that time. I was very miserable and didn't talk to anyone. After they forced me out, I was so angry I wanted to hit them. I kept telling them that I would do something if they didn’t take me inside. I did not like being outside in the hot African sun. I was so angry that I told them that I would break down their glass door if they didn't take me back inside. I ran away from them and hit the glass door with all my strength with my fist. It shattered. That was the worst day of my life.
After that, they called my mom to come and take me home and check me for injuries. I was in trouble. I will never break a glass again. Every time I would come back to nursery, everyone would look at me as if they were scared of what I would do.
After seven years I am still amazed at myself. Do you believe that Adam, the gentleman, could do something like that? I don't think so. I don't think I ever lost my temper like that again.
Oh wait. Maybe once when I broke my brother's hand!
Article posted November 10, 2009 at 11:24 AM •
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