How it was growing up as a Giant!

When I was a little boy... For me that has never been the case. Growing up, I was always a head taller then everyone else in my age-group which gave me a few unpleasant challenges as a kid.

The first challenge was that everybody treated me like as if I was older then I was, which of course stimulated my brain to grow faster in intellect but at the same time made me a bit of a social outcast.

The second challenge was that I constantly was bullied by gangs of normal-sized kids a few years older than me. What they would do was that they ganged up to pick on me for whatever reason they could think about, and then the smallest kid in the group would kick me or hit me and the rest would stand around like a protection-gang for the smallest guy and would all jump in and beat me with whatever weapons they had.

One time I got beaten with a baseball-bat, another time someone held my face to the ground and tried to set my hair on fire with a lighter that didn't work.

I have always been a gentle giant, and from my perspective up in the sky - I see how the world of small people works, from up here I have a better perspective on life then the crowds will ever have down there.

So from age 7, I isolated myself in the schools library, and became a master reader as I went through all the books in the shelves one after another until I at age 9 had read every single book they had there, including the atlas and the encyclopedias.

You see, I observed one thing: Dumb kids don´t go to the library, they go to the soccer-field. So the library was my safe-haven, and all my teachers was OK with that.

The challenges only happened outside the school-building, specially on my way to and from - which made me figure out different routes to use simply to avoid any confrontations, but one day in the school-yard I retaliated hard.

There was a girl that I liked more then any girl at school, and one day she talked to me - and I couldn't believe it. We was talking there, me and her for a few minutes and then from nowhere this 12 year old kid comes up behind me and pulls down my pants in front of her.

It was the most embarrassing thing I had ever experienced, standing there in the school-yard with my pants down while everyone was laughing, including the girl that I liked.

A teacher came in and broke up the circle that had gathered around, my blood ran hot through my wains. The teacher told me and the 12 year old kid who pulled down my pants to come with her to talk about what had happened, so we walked over to the corner of the school-building.

I said exactly what had happened, the 12 year old kid pulled my pants down - and the 12 year old kid laughing while he said "It was only for fun" - then the teacher said that I should forgive him, shake hands and be friends - but my inner demon told me to screw that advice.

so as I turned to the 12 year old kid to shake his hand - in a break of a sentence I pushed his head with all my forces and all my strength to the very corner of the concrete building - he did not see that one coming - and I broke his skull open in an epic splash so hard that blood splattered on both sides of the school-building.

The kid fell to the ground as a sack of rice while the teachers separated us and started holding his head together. The ambulance came and picked him up - sent him away to get stitched - his family decided to sell the house and move to another town, and I was kicked out of school.

After that day, at the age of 9 - nobody bullied me again, in fact - all the parents decided in a meeting to not let their own kids play with me anymore as I had gained the reputation of being the most dangerous crazy freak in town, everybody knew what I had done, but nobody bothered to ask why I did what I did.

The reason I don´t want to fight is that I fear for the life of my opponent, imagine that.

I have been in a lot of fights during my life, a lot of them - I never started any, but I won them all.

In the end there is only peace.