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  • I remember when I was 9 years old, I moved to a new town.

    A new house, new neighbourhood, new school, new class.

    I was ill the first week of the new semester, and wasn't introduced to the class until the week after.

    It was the mid 90's, and my mum had dressed me in a flowery summer-dress.
    I hated the outfit, and I felt really uncomfortable. I probably looked it too.

    My teacher introduced me to the class.

    I don't remember much, but what I do remember is that I kept hiding under the big group-table in my classroom during breaks. I didn't want to go outside...

    In the school-yard all the girls where standing in circles. My teacher kept urging me to go outside to play with the other girls.

    It took me a while...

    "But where do I start..,", I thought. I looked at the rings of girls, whispering, staring at me. I looked at the boys, playing football...

    I decided to join the boys. I started playing sports every chance I had. Basketball was my favourite. I realised that when I played sports I was a part of a team. It felt good, and it would boost my confidence. But boys can be cruel too, and I soon discovered that some people just loved to mess with me.

    It was only then I realised there were a group of girls I hadn't seen before.
    The silent group...

    Hiding in the back of the school, next to the forest, that's where I found them.
    They had a wild imagination, just like me. They loved fairy tales, fantasy, and science-fiction, just like me. Playing make-believe, and talking about animals.
    They became, and still are, my very best of friends.

    They where the one's who welcomed me into their group, without giving it a single thought.

    Together we experienced hardship, through other people's continuous lust for popularity.
    Together we experienced unity, through standing tall.
    Together we shared words of wisdom, and together we've accomplished a lot.

    Yes, I was affected by what the kids said and did to me, and the others. Yes, it sometimes made it harder for me to be find my confidence in later life.
    But it has also made me more focused, and more talented. My friends have helped me open up, and meet new people. See new places, and experience new things.

    I was never to be a maths genius, or a physicist. It was never in my cards to be a lawyer or an engineer.

    I live and breath Art.

    My friends have helped me realise this. And whenever times a rough, and the wicked words of others are looming in my mind, my friends are always there, reminding me of why I do what I do, even though we are miles apart.

    That, is true friendship.
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