I was home-schooled for about 6 years.I lived in a building where all of the neighbours were much older than me. They were teenagers and I was just a kid. Of course, I wanted to join them whenever they played together but they didn't want to hand out with a little child. I remember watching this group of kids having fun in the rain, getting wet and enjoying themselves while I was watching from above, my head pressed against the cold glass window.I used to join them with their games and fun groups, but they stopped inviting me over and I was too shy to join them. My parents got mad at me for being too scared to play in the rain too. My mother always told me to stay near the building and to not go near the road. Back then I was mad at her, because all the other kids went to the other side of the road and I was not allowed to follow them. Now I'm thankful.Let me describe my building. It was on top of a hill, with walls on the side of the road leading up to it. Going over those walls would result in a long fall down to the bottom of the hill. Then there was the road in front of the building. Not many cars passed by but when they did, they went fast. My mother was scared of me crossing the street without a guardian. Who knows what would have happened if she wasn't extra cautious, and thank goodness that I was obedient. Only a few times did I cross the road. After a while, I stopped talking to the neighbours.I wonder what I would be like if I didn't have a sister. I was already lonely enough with her, but we hung out with each other. She was my best and only friend. She stuck with me no matter what. I mean she is my sibling, but she didn't need to play with me, you know? Anyways, we made a lot of memories, just the two of us. We fought a lot too, but we always forgave each other quickly.Then my parents made me move to a different country. They did so because both my father's parents passed and our family fought with my father's side of the family about money. Money really does something to people, huh. After that argument I never saw my cousins again, still don't know if I ever will. I miss them though. My parents also thought it would be better for me and my sister to go to a real school instead of one that was online. We were very shy kids and rarely spoke to people. I mean, it's not like I could. Everyone else spoke a different language and didn't know much English. I didn't speak their language either, so how was I supposed to make friends? I wasn't happy. I was a pretty smart kid when I was being home-schooled, and the school I went to taught me stuff much more advanced than the usual lessons in my grade. I was worried for my education. Still, when I was starting Grade 6, I moved somewhere else.When I first joined my new school, I surprised myself. I was the first one to speak to my future best friend. And my parents thought I was shy. I kept surprising myself and ended up making friends with pretty much my whole class. My mom still insists I'm shy though. Maybe I can speak about the troubles I got into when I was in school. That's for another article, though.Thanks for reading. this was a whole story, huh? I hope you didn't get bored.