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Lloyd's booboo (Ms. Palm gave it this title. You're welcome, Lloyd!)

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Lloyd's booboo (Ms. Palm gave it this title. You're welcome, Lloyd!)

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Sometimes the quickest option isn’t the safest option. I learned that the hard way. Approximately 1 year ago I was heading towards the supermarket. As I prefer to be quick, I was wearing my heelies. Suddenly a woman appeared in front of me. She did not see me or bother to move out of the way, so I swerved to the left at the last minute. I had hit a rock and launched forward head-first into the concrete. There was a massive cut running from the bridge of my nose to my upper lip. The most horrible part of it all was that the woman saw and heard me but didn’t bother to help or even look my way. Eventually, I was offered help by a nice woman who helped me up the hill. I had to wear a mask for a month which was utterly painful and unhelpful. So nowadays I keep my hands in front of me when I Heely around, to make sure that I don’t get a painful sensation of déjà vu.

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When I was young I always loved to play at the playground with my friends. One normal day I went to the playground and I saw a dead bird lying on the floor. Being the little kids we were (and not knowing the bad things that could've happened) we picked it up. We threw the dead bird around, and ran around with it. The eyes were wide open so we pocked it with a stick. I still remember the head flopping around every time we ran around with it.

When I came home I told the story to my mom. She laughed but then it turned into a serious face. 'Never do that again!'.

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It hurts,
the memories full of envy,
and all it took,
was just a pinch of loneliness.

It hurts,
to see everyone
being so carefree
and playing,
and talking,
about anything they wished.

It hurts,
because it felt so painful,
to be ignored,
to be a puppet pulled by strings,
to be said no to,
and to be rejected for eternity.

It hurts,
when things don't turn out the way you want it to,
and you feel
that you're cursed,
and all the luck has vanished away from you.

It hurts,
to be cut,
to be afraid of pain,
to realise that your mom would be pissed about what happened,
to do it again,
at the same spot,
and be barked at,
and feel pain all over again.

It hurts,
to see that everything's changing,
the way you never aspired for it to be,
to see that everyone has someone to turn to,
but,
it was never me.

It hurts,
to find the bitter truth,
and to have people think that they can lie to your face whenever they want,
but they
never knew
that you despise lies.

It hurts,
to see everyone
eat at a table, chatting away,
whilst you,
only you,
sat on a table that can hold so many,
but only holds one.

It hurts,
to feel that there's nothing to do in your life,
and you wish,
for only one thing,
but it will never come at all.

It hurts,
to look for what you desire,
to have realised that you can never think about it,
but now,
you only have been revealed,
that you're considered the plague.

It hurts,
to have something you never wished to have,
but still,
nobody cared,
and still thinks it's funny to be bullied.

It hurts,
that although it's coming to the end of the year,
you still have not fulfilled your wish,
to have one recognise you,
to notice your existence,
to attempt to be happier.

It hurts,
that now, you no longer know who you are,
that you never knew why people kept avoiding you,
that you wished for someone to be by your side,
no matter what.

It hurts,
that people ignore you when you attempt to be nice,
to be constantly shipped and despised,
to be reminded of the same thing each day that ticks,
that you deserve nothing but hatred.

It hurts,
to be looked down upon because of your nationality,
to be assumed as a bad person,
to wish things could change.

It hurts,
to cry each day,
to feel a pain in your heart,
to think people were good,
but never were.

It hurts,
to be underestimated,
to feel like a stone being thrown on the ground plenty of times,
to wish everything would just be the same,
to wish that I could be happier.

I wish
that everything would be the same,
the times that I enjoyed myself,
the times that I felt grateful,
but what's the problem?
They all go away.

I have feelings,
I have bones,
although I have kept so many secrets for so long,
I just wished I could let it out.

Wait,
now's not the right time,
because even if I tell you now,
you'll never listen because
I'm nobody to you.

You don't know who I am,
nor what I've gone through,
but just so you know,
what I've gone through,
and what I have,
actually hurts.

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when i was 4 in hong kong i was sitting on my dads back like a horsy and then once i fell my parents weren't really shocked as they think i always cry but i couldn't put on my clothes and kept on crying so my parents decided to bring me to the doctor and they made pictures and said i broke my clavicle and i needed to wear. this kind of supporter that it will heal really soon. it was really hard to put my hand up and put my clothes on so my mum always had to help me

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When you are a kid, sugar seems like the best thing in the world. To be fair it still is. When you are a kid you don’t think before you act. I ate loads of delicious sugary food which did not necessarily have a positive effect. Little did I know the consequence of this was going to be saying goodbye to a small rotten tooth. That was probably the most pain I have ever felt and I definitely do not want to experience that again. However, this experience helped me learn self-control and consumption of candy but also gave me a fear of dentists. Luckily, nothing that bad has happened since and I hope not in the future either.

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Well lets see oh here's a good one. When i was three and a half years old i was living in India and i was riding on my bike then somehow i fell off the bike and fell in a gutter where there was a sharp rusty nail that cut threw my ear. But it wasn't any normal cut straight threw some the nail moved and almost cut my ear off. when my mum found me i was not crying or in pain i just sat there staring into nothing, I was probably looking stright at the eyes of Cthulhu or something. When my mum picked me up she saw that I had blood gushing out of my left ear, then saw that there was a pice of my war just floping on the edge of my skin. So she rushed me to the hospital and got me to the ER room, the only problem was getting my down on the bed was a problem, it took them awhile before one of the nurses got annoyed and stabbed me with a anistectic and i feel asleep pretty quickly. after i woke up i felt the same like i said i didn't feel any pain and i went back home and going back and watching pokemon.

what i dint say is that i didnt remeber any of this my mum told me about all of this and im happy that she told me this and rushed me to the hospital so thanks mum!

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When I was 5 or 6, me and my family went through a toy store (this was at easter in Australia) and I saw this awesome japanese war plane that I really wanted. So I quickly took the plane and ran out of the store after my parents saying "can I have this?" My parents turned around and told me that I cannot just take it and walk away, I need to pay for it. So we went back to the store and put it back on the shelf. The next day on easter, I looked around the house and found the plane in a corner. I was extremely happy when I found it, but the fact remains that I took it out of the store without paying for it. Ironically, when I took it out of the shop, none of the security measures went of. Turns out the security in the shop is terrible.

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When i was 2 my mom was going to the super market and she wanted to bring me. She put me on the floor in my car seat and got into the car. When she arrived all the way at the supermarket she reached for me at the back and realised she left me in the garage on the floor. I sat there all alone for over 30 minutes until my mom arrived.

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When i was 4
We went through the car door
We had a big Fight
For him ever thing went white

We were at the hospital
Having a Popsicle
Waiting for Him
To show us his skin

In the ER
We saw his scar
I cant believe i threw it
I guess i really blew it

I`m sorry Nikhil
(ಥ﹏ಥ)

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Six years old is a beautiful age and it   still a time where children do not know about the hardships in life like poverty or death. Well, for me that changed at the age of six.

Sundays are a beautiful sadly for me. My sister was still sleeping when my parents came down. They said we needed to talk. Turns out my Uncle bruno had died the night before because of a stroke, cancer and other tings I do not want to mention. To make matters worse is that when we went to Italy that winter it turned out that he was my godfather.

This is how I learned life is not all rainbows and sunshine. All I can say is that it was heartbreaking.

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Two summers ago I was at my grandmothers summer house, we had been staying there for a week or so. Then my cousins showed up from. I have three cousins from Norway, the oldest being one year older than (13). My cousin and I thought it would be a good idea to have a chili contest. So the next day we set out to find some chilies, we ended up finding a pack offer green chilies with the length of about 4-5 cm. When we got home we went out in the backyard with every one watching and agreed that we would each eat two. Then on go we took our first bit, by the time we wear done with the fist one we both had tears in our eyes. We both finished at the same time but he was quick to get the milk. He was hugging the milk and then spitting it out, he wouldn't give me any. So when he had finished the milk I ran to my grandmother and asked for milk but she said no. So then we got called in for dinner, I didn't eat much it wasn't long after before I stared to have a bad stomach ache. I then left the table to go lie down. Thats my story and lesson learned to do a chili challenge with your cousin.

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When I was about 6 or 7
A couple days before I asked my mom if I could have a pair of shoes and she said no. But I begged if I could have them and she said no every single time I begged. And so I was fed up and upset that I did not get the shoes, so, the next day I wanted to go and get the pair of shoes I begged for. I went to Jurong East shopping area and went back to the shop that we were at the previous day and I asked them if they had the shoe I was looking for. They said no and I was like okay so, I went back home. But, when I was at the train station I did not know which way to go, left or right? So I cried and was very sad I could not figure out my home. Then I went to the control room and cried, then we decided to call my mom.......

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when I was maybe 6 months or one year old I was very curious. While my parents were not in the living room I went up to the kitchen door, Looked around and decided to take the Tabasco out of the fridge. I looked at it and then i opened the cap and drank half of the Tabasco habanero sauce. I began to cry so bad. my parents came rushing over to see why i was crying so hard and saw me with Tabasco sauce in my hands. I had to drink a lot of cold milk

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When you get wet and its not water- Matthew

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When you get wet and its not water- Matthew

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When I was 4 years old I had a babysitter for the night and my good friend was also staying with us. Both our parents were going out and didn't want to spend extra on babysitters. I then went to sit down on the toilet, however I didn't know the seat was up so I fell in. Then I was all wet in pee in front of my friends and babysitters. That was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me.

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When you are just a little baby you could I guess get stuck on top of a toilet. One day I was stuck on top of a toilet and couldn't get down. My mom was going to help me but my brother insisted that he would so he carried me off and before I knew it I drop and Whacked my head on top of a sink. My eyebrow split open and I was bleeding. my mom freaked out. I was brought to the hospital and got some stitches. After that I was all fine. I will always have a scar from that moment. I even have it right now.

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When you are a kid you don't think twice about anything, especially not if you want something. This is what I experienced in class when I asked if I could take the leftover play dough home, to make something out of it. The next day the teacher started asking if any one new were a girls play dough monsters went. Turns out that it was not leftover play dough that I took.

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When you're playing with someone, often you don't really pay attention to what you're doing. Especially when you are running at a high speed down a hotel corridor, racing one of your cousins. I was 5 years old, about a year before I moved to Singapore, we went on a trip to Penang in Malaysia. Penang is my parent's favourite place to go. Whenever we go, we go to the Hard Rock hotel, we've been going there for years and had some great memories, but it all ended the last time we went there. We went with my dad's business friend and his family. On the last night, me and one of my friends were racing in the corridor of the hotel and I was so excited because I was winning that I looked back and ran faster. What I didn't realize is I was running towards the wall and as soon as I look forward, my eye hit the doorknob and I'm actually not sure what happened after that...

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I have a really big family, lots of cousins and lots of parents. Every summer we usually all meet in a summer neighbourhood that we all just happen to live at. The neighbourhood had two beaches, it was warm and stuffed with nature and beauty all around. One of the beaches was a sandy one, basic with sand to hot during day time i'm sure i've burned myself there more than I  have when trying to light up a candle.

But anyways back to the point. the other beach was made all out of rock, everywhere was stone. i always had preferred that beach, even though i was prone to more accidents there with the stone, it was smaller than the sandy one so less people went there. The sandy beach was constantly crowded with loud children and smokers. One day me and my cousins were rushing to get to the showers in the rocky beach. we decided it would be a good idea to race to the showers, with out flippers on. Clearly flippers are not made to walk in, so you can guess how this went. i trip and cut my knee open, i was so close to the showers though. surprisingly i didn't need stitches, that's another story. after that day me and my cousin made sure to never race, with or without flippers

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When you're a kid, you don't think of the consequences of doing something that you would view later on in life as utterly foolish and dangerous. There is a reason for the expression "Curiosity killed the cat" and the other fitting phrase "A cat has nine lives." And I was about to experience one of mine as I looked down the steep hill on my banana-seat bicycle with the orange towering flag waving in the back thinking to myself, "I wonder what will happen if I crossed my arms and hold on to the opposite handlebars as I fly down the hill on my bike..."