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I had a rough childhood too, but those relatively minor occurrences that seemed HUGE as a child?
In 2nd grade, I thought my teacher was absolutely the amazing. She was from North Carolina, young, slim, blonde, pretty. I yearned for her approval, but she played favorites like no other. Every week, she would invite a few "good" kids who had done exceptionally well on projects, tests, behavior, or whatever for pizza in her classroom at lunch time. 90% of the time, these "good" kids were 4-5 girls from the same privileged clique whom I grew more and more jealous of as the year went on. Not only were they smart, nicely dressed, well-off, and with great families, but the teacher loved them. Every week I hoped the teacher might notice I had been doing well and invite me for pizza, and every week I was let down. At the time, I was really upset and angry, but now I look back and I'm just angry at the teacher for playing favorites with 7 year olds. Very unprofessional.
Kind of related to my shitty parents, but I went to sleep-away summer camp almost every year from like 9 - 14. There is nothing more crushing as a child than visiting day, when every other kid is excitedly waiting for and greeting their parents as you sit there alone wondering whether anyone is going to come see you this year. It gets worse by the hour as more and more kids trickle away grinning. Just when you think it's over, all the kids come trickling back, bags full of goodies, crying about having to say bye. And no one came to see you at all.
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