It’s funny that this subject has cropped up, as I have been written a journal and its about my life but in particular my childhood. I was bullied at my first primary school, we moved house and then I was badly bullied in my first year by three older girls. It started because I said hello to a boy in the fifth year because he was a family friend. It even got physical when one of them punched me in the face. About a year later I am ashamed to say I bullied a younger girl myself, because she was the sister of one of the bullies who had by now gone to college. It only happened a couple of times in the playground, though, not the long protracted bullying I suffered, although that’s no excuse. I understand why I did it, but feel deeply ashamed. So much so, that I nearly didn’t put it in the journal but I did because I thought it should be honest.