Growing up I was always the kid that was always annoying and asked too many questions. Especially at my church, everyone hated me hated being around me. I didn't have many friends. I was 11 years old. I remember one day, two older kids from church (100 more pounds than me) through me in a room. They started kicking me and pushing me and throwing me on the ground. I remember my mom was looking for me all over the place to go home. When they got their fun out of it they let me out of the room. I could barely breath, I wanted to move churches and never go back. I felt like killing myself. We decided to move churches. I am now 18 years old and in a university studying to do something in my life. I'm so glad I stayed strong during those hard times in my life.