A little slice of my life

If you open the book of my life , you stand little chance of accidently turning to this page so I browse through the book and start reading you this chapter which is charectrised by the commencement of my social life ; I mean the very first time I came into some natural contact with people who did not bear any blood ties with me . I guess I was 5 years old when I was decided to be taken to kindergarton , what was fortunate was that it was in the same building where my brother was doing his pre-school year. I remember giving all teachers a hell by wanting to be stuck to my bro despite being in a different class. The days typically started with my mum pulling me out of the back seat legroom of the car ,my hideaway , with the aid of teachers and the school receptionist while I kept screaming as loud as I could resembling a lamb which was being taken to be slaughtered . It continued with my crying for some hours begging to be in my bro's class until I had the teachers giving in , and ultimately some one came to collect us both.
At home my brother who had for years been an enemy of mine was starting to develop an emotional relationship with me , yet we still frequently fought . Whenever I think of my then self now I unexeptionaly come to understand I was an anti-social idiot. My pre-school year wasm't that bad , I was for the first time making friends , I was then a quiet goody goody who never did anything troublesome save for once , it was a night when I almost got run over by a police car , as a result of which I recieved a slap on my face from my my grand dad who was then strong enough to punish a 5 year old grandchild. In response to people's interogation as to why I had sudenly run in the middle of the sreet , I responded with childlike simplicity and innocence " I wanted to see what the bottom of the car looked like" . Years went by as quickly as they do these days till I was old enough to go to school which as everybody expected didn't get off to a smooth start . A crying boy who wouldn't consent to staying in the class without his mum. What struck me was how other students had been duped into comming to the class alone . The first time I saw my teacher I kicked her . However, It wasn't long before I had a liking for her , a plumb ever smiling middle aged woman.
I was never a good student at school . I never listened well in the classes , and I never got the attention I was starving for in enough quantity , which helped me grow bigger and stronger as I came to find out that I had to fight for attention , I had to be the best .
I was then incapable of achieving this goal but harbored the desire for many more years till I could in fact be the best , no fewer than 12 years after.I was always waiting to grow up to display my abilities since as a child I knew being good was out of reach for achild of my type .
I am sleepy now I'll continue from this point on later