Something I never really understood in my life until an important moment of clarity was violence. When I was younger, violence to me was getting punched or pushed or shoved around. Violence, to an extent, is exactly that. At that point in my life, I wasn’t intuitive in the depth and effects of violence. It wasn't until I was nearly a teenager did I understand.
As a young child, I didn’t have much experience with violence, delivering it or receiving it. In part it was because I was a shy person who tended to stick with one or two people at the playground. I never had conflicts with anybody. Also, I lived in a small town during elementary school, and most people got along with each other. I would learn in middle school exactly what violence was. …show more content…
I would get pulled aside during lunch and break to receive verbal and sometimes physical torment. In class, people would come up with obnoxious criticism to say to me. I was infuriated, but I didn't fight back because I was focused on getting stellar grades and staying out of trouble. In my history classes throughout middle school, I learned about ancient civilizations wiping out other civilizations for food and land gains and the cruel punishments that people would dish out during medieval times. I learned about more recent events, such as the World Wars, the Holocaust, and the attacks on the Twin Towers on September 11th, 2001. I was emotionally touched and at the same time, intrigued. I wondered why people of the same species would kill one another by the millions. It just didn’t seem right. After doing some research, I found out that most devastating acts of violence are caused by one person or a whole group of people who share a common hatred towards
As a young child, I didn’t have much experience with violence, delivering it or receiving it. In part it was because I was a shy person who tended to stick with one or two people at the playground. I never had conflicts with anybody. Also, I lived in a small town during elementary school, and most people got along with each other. I would learn in middle school exactly what violence was. …show more content…
I would get pulled aside during lunch and break to receive verbal and sometimes physical torment. In class, people would come up with obnoxious criticism to say to me. I was infuriated, but I didn't fight back because I was focused on getting stellar grades and staying out of trouble. In my history classes throughout middle school, I learned about ancient civilizations wiping out other civilizations for food and land gains and the cruel punishments that people would dish out during medieval times. I learned about more recent events, such as the World Wars, the Holocaust, and the attacks on the Twin Towers on September 11th, 2001. I was emotionally touched and at the same time, intrigued. I wondered why people of the same species would kill one another by the millions. It just didn’t seem right. After doing some research, I found out that most devastating acts of violence are caused by one person or a whole group of people who share a common hatred towards