what could have become me

i'm glad that people didn't like me when i was younger. it seems that there are certain infomative years that shape our personalities with the etchings of final detail and finishing touches. it seems normally to occur in the mid to late teenage years though i'm sure some are delayed or otherwise pre-emptive. at these times we are most informed and most easily led. we are like sponges for morals, outlooks and perceptions, or lack thereof. i think that in these years we become ourselves. i'm glad that people didn't like me then. i'm glad that i had to know the effort of hard work and the trials of goodness. or think of what i could have become...