On August 15, 2000 I was born in St. Jospeh's Hospital in Toronto, Ontario. While I was born a healthy child, the doctors told my parents that there were complications with my small intestine. Thus surgery ensued and a full recovery was made.
We thought it wouldn't have been possible!
As a toddler I was very energetic and playful, qualities I would slowly lose later on in life. I was fairly happy for most of my childhood, never really afraid of consequences. Never really afraid of what people thought of me.
Unfamiliar with anyone , one child was able to calm me down and he soon became my first friend
Don't be afraid Konrad, come sit down.
Even though I didn't really have any problems, I was still a very anxious child. On the first day of kindergarten I broke down in tears, I was in a room filled with strangers.
By the time I was in the third grade many of those familiar faces were gone , including my best friend's. New people came along, as well as a whole new circle of friends.
Besides family, this was the first time I felt like I belonged somewehere.
Many favorite memories came around the sixth grade, the apex and conclusion to my childhood.
This was my final year with the group that has been with me for a while. Ever since then...