I'm not sure that I was more tender-hearted than any other child. I know that if an adult reprimanded me in even the slightest way I would crumble inside and my stomach would burn. Second grade, my teacher was sister Jean, and my best friend was Missy. Once day Missy fell off her chair, hit her head, and went to the nurses office. Shortly afterwards I asked Sister Jean about Missy. The minute the words left my mouth I regretted it, knowing what would follow. Sister Jean unleashed a torrent of reprimands and enforced the already growing belief that if I spoke out, I would be punished and ridiculed. Still getting over that one today.
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I don't think adults realize just how much children can be affected by what we say (or more specifically, how we say it.) Thank you for sharing!