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My family and I were all sitting around
the TV watching home videos. My sister and I were very young
throughout the videos. I was about four. As I watched how
I acted when I was a little girl, I felt ashamed. What I was
watching was one of the bossiest little brats. I controlled
everyone that I was playing with and everything had to go
my way. My parents and I were all laughing
at how stubborn I was when I was a little girl. It’s
funny to watch it now, but at the time, I don’t know
how my parents or friends could deal with me. I know that
that was just the way I was and didn’t really mean to
offend anyone, but if I were the one being bullied I’d
be upset. My mother told me that one time my kindergarten
teacher had called home to my parents telling them of how
I bossed some of the kids around. To hear that made me laugh,
but I was also surprised that my teacher actually had to call
my house and tell my parents of my behavior. I had never known
that she had done that until about a year ago. My mom said
that it wasn’t a big deal, I was just a pain.
Looking back at when I was about four of
five years old, I can remember some of the things that I did.
One day, my friend Emily was over at my house to play for
the afternoon. We were best friends in kindergarten. She was
also very bossy, just like me. The day she came over, we were
playing outside. My mom had filled up our little kiddy pool
for us to swim in. I had a neighbor who lived down the street
from me. We played together at school and sometimes out of
school, but some things that she did really annoyed me. I
don’t even remember what she did that bothered me so
much, but it probably was nothing even important. I can remember
many times when I wasn’t always the nicest person to
her. That day that Emily was over, Sophie came over to play
with us. The whole time Emily and I avoided her as if she
wasn’t even there. We ignored her the and left her alone.
I can’t even imagine how awkward she must have felt being
at someone else’s house and being ignored. I’m surprised
that she didn’t just walk back home. I knew that she
had been crying. Emily and I just laughed. Now that I think
back to that day, I can’t even explain my actions. I
don’t understand how I could have been that mean to someone
so innocent. She had done nothing to me.
Now when I talk to some of the friends that
I was friends with back then, they say how I was mean to them,
but now we just laugh about it. No one can ever believe me
when I say that at one time I was a little bully. I would
never do anything like I did when I was little to other people
now. When I’m babysitting or with my cousins and there
are other little kids that they’re playing with, who
are bossing them around, I always stick up for the ones being
bullied. It bothers me how bratty some little kids are, and
when I watch those home videos with my family, I feel like
slapping the girl on the TV. I was so annoying and controlling;
I don’t know how other kids could have dealt with me.
When I think of it now, I just think that it was a stage that
I was going through and luckily grew out if it by first grade.
I could never even imagine bullying anyone now. As I grew
older, I became shyer but still outgoing. I wasn’t as
wild and crazy as I was in kindergarten. I was nice and played
well with other kids, instead of controlling them.
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