Two things for me:
First off, when I was in 6th grade, and there was this girl that I liked (her name was Brenda). I thought that she was so cute. But suddenly she stopped coming to school-I later found out that year that she became pregnant! Pregnant in the 6th grade! I had no idea about sex, much less that a classmate of mine was going to be a mother at 12 years old
Second thing was when I was in the 8th grade. My family had moved from Los Angeles to Memphis, TN., and I was bused to a school out of my neighborhood in a mostly lower to middle class white area. Anyway, I missed my school bus one day and had to take the city bus. As I was walking to the bus stop, a bunch of white teenagers drove by and started yelling "Nigger, Nigger" at me. I was so scared, because I had never experienced that before, and I thought that they were going to get out of the car and beat me up. I ran to the bus stop, and luckily there were other people there. I cried all the way home, and I didn't want to go back to school ever again. I didn't know why someone could hate me without even knowing me. That really showed me that the world has some really messed up people.