Childhood
At 6, I came to Sweden. I remembering hitting people who laughed at me, well… talked to me. Since I couldn’t understand a word, I assumed everyone has laughing at me. Once I held a big rock in my hand and swung it at someone. He went crying and told the teacher I threw the rock at him, what a liar. During a week there was a kid who didn’t go to school because he thought I knew Kung Fu.
One of my more vivid memories of that time was that once one of my friends were planning a revolution against me. A guy thought that I was taking too much control among the friends and talked to the rest of the kids about throwing pillows on me. Luckily, a loyal friend told me in advance so I could confront him. Gee, thinking about it now, I sure had some leadership skills at my age of 6.
Elementary school was nothing noteworthy. I remember trading pieces of shit like Pogs. There was a new craze every year. I didn’t buy much, but always ended up with an abundance of that garbage. Pogs, Go-Gos, marbles, Pokémon cards, you name it.
