A Cherished Childhood Experience

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“Experience is the child of thought, and thought is the child of action.” - Benjamin Disraeli Silent. Weak. Slow. Unfortunate. These were the words thrown at me by my teacher in preschool during my nursery years. She told my parents that I had no way of passing and getting into a good school and start attending kindergarten. I could even still vividly remember her short hair, round face, chinita eyes and hoarse voice, angrily looking and shouting at me. Indeed, I was a depressed and an ill-fated child, but through my parents love and support, they continued to encourage me to study harder and prove everyone wrong, that I was not to be stepped on; that I would do well in my studies. After taking nursery, I took the entrance exam in the school my parents wished me to attend, Uno High School. I believe that taking that test was so dreadful that I could not even remember what I was doing at that time. Fortunately, through the works of God, I was able to pass the exam. Although my mother was a little hesitant at first to let me study there because she was worried that I would not be able to survive the hardship in studying in that school, my father trusted me, one hundred and one percent, and thus, I entered the school with fear, yet with great determination. At that point in time, I had set my goal: crush the painful words of my teacher, and let everyone watch and learn. I had put my heart into it and decided to take the challenge. I studied to death, seriously answered the exercises, seatwork and homework, and slept late at night with my mother as my tutor, but I had no confidence in myself. Even with the motivation my parents have always given me, I never trusted myself, my strengths, and abilities. Great opportunities are often disguised as impossible circumstances in life. Moving forward to my kindergarten graduation day, my family attended the event to see
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