7 years
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1994

When I was four/five years old, I attended a nursery and there I met a girl of my own age. She began following me and pestering me when I tried to busy myself with lego, wood blocks or drawing.

The girl was fatherless and mistrusted boys around the nursery. She was afraid of me. She quickly went to find the teacher and started stamping her little feet on the floor and squealing at the top of her lungs. It annoyed everybody, and she as already getting picked on for being annoying.

I spent the next few days bullying her. I pushed her to the floor. I pulled her hair. I got her in submission holds. I encouraged the other girls to pick on her. They threw paint in her hair. She was repeatedly humiliated by the entire peer group and she developed sleep issues and bed-wetting issues.

One time she wanted to kill a turtle that one of the nursery teachers brought in. I smacked her for it and she was literally screaming and crying in absolute terror. When the other girls followed me to the reading corner she had to follow them because she didn’t want to be left on her own with the boys. One of the girls pushed her into a bookshelf and she fell on the floor with it. She made a wailing noise, in confusion, and then one of the boys sneaked up on her and put her in a cruel wrestling hold. She wailed and cried loudly until the teacher rescued her.

She went onto be universally hated and despised because she wanted to be too special and she wanted too much attention. People found pleasure in inflicting misery upon her.

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