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I never had many friends. In the kindergarten, i always wanted to only go away and in schooll, it got even worse. I barely got 1 single friend in the school because of how different i were.
In the end of my first class, a guy came into our school. That guy was about to change my life forever.
It was a choirmaster.
The choir was completely different - there were people like me. I understood them and they understood me. There was only one problem - the choirmaster.
It was an old man, who found it hard to manage his angriness, so sometimes, he kicked someone for no reason.
After 5 years there, i became that person.
During this time, i also learnt to ski, with a strong support of my parents. On ski camps, i managed to get into the community and engage, be happy and even learn some German words.
At the end of fifth grade, a friend from school (the only one i had) introduced Scouting to me. I joined, but it turned out that the community there wouldn't accept me, so i had to go elsewhere, where i got into yachting.
The group around yachting accepted me, but that couldn't be said for my group for normal activities. I changed my place again, but i didn't go that far - just another group in the same place, with the same boats and also people, who mixed there often and a lot.
Just around the time i left the first scout group, my voice began to change, just after not even a year after i joined the boys' choir Pueri Gaudentes. Hard years were about to come, because i couldn't sing - and singing was my only certainty that i've ever had in life.
But the good years came back - when my voice changed into a deep second bass and i could join the men's choir.
Around that time in school, nothing much changed. Our class was divided into 3 different classes and were mixed with other six-graders, and the exact same thing happened the second time when getting into seventh grade.
No, it didn't change my relationship with others. I still hated them the same as they hated me. I slowly began to prepare for the high school.
I haven't ever hated anything more than painting. But, i had to do it, because it turned out to be the main part of the acceptation process on my dream high school. So i began to paint, and i began to love it.
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