I was abused verbally, emotionally all five years of elementary school (and once I was abused another way, right on the playground). That school was hell, and I lived right across the street from it. So even when I left it still haunted me. Then about three years ago the district sold the school and it was knocked down so a housing complex could be built. I smile every time I see it, because the hellhole I went to school in is gone
And some of us never made it to the playground at all… I wonder which is worse
Agreed.
Worse is knowing you can’t avoid the playground and desperately wanting to.
I agree too… Even guys still think about those playground days. (Speaking to M)
I was abused verbally, emotionally all five years of elementary school (and once I was abused another way, right on the playground). That school was hell, and I lived right across the street from it. So even when I left it still haunted me. Then about three years ago the district sold the school and it was knocked down so a housing complex could be built. I smile every time I see it, because the hellhole I went to school in is gone