Boys are Boys

Boys are Boys

After my fathers died and my grandfather left the country there wasn't any male figure left in our family.

In the grade school I had many boys friend as a friend... and I liked to share with them my daily stories... and they liked to share with me they every day's stories. Of course I had many little girl's friends also. Actually I was quite happy to maintain good relationship with girls and also with boys.

As far as I remember my only problem with boys was that some of them liked to pull my hair at the break. I didn't like that at all. For me it was a quite frightening experience. I remember I used to talk to somebody and suddenly my head was pulled back, while I was finishing a quite mundane sentence shouting toward the sky. I believe it was some funny thing, because whenever that happened, when finally I gained back my composure and once again my head was back to a normal position, all what I could see was that everybody was laughing around me.

I felt embarrassment and helplessness. And I was also very confused. Very very confused. My neck ached from the sudden pull back. My voice was tiny. My cheeks were red from shame. And what I see? Everybody laughing loudly including my friend that I was talking to.

Till that day I can not understand what was so funny than. Why all the kids laughed at me seeing me suffering?