My time in elementary school was not that different from anyone elses. However when school was done for the day, most of my classmates either went on to an after school class, or home where they waited for their parents to come home from work. But things were a little different for me, as I had my Grandparents living very close by my own home. So every day after school I would go there, until my parents got home later in the afternoon.
             I treasure a lot of good memories about my time in elementary school, and the time I spent after class at my grandparents' house, playing around or doing my homework. Like every other child my age, there were some subjects I did not like to study while others were nice and easy for me. I always procrastinated doing my math assignments. Multiplication tables were especially difficult for me, and I had a hard time doing them. For some untold reason I just could not see the logic in it, and how they worked.
             My math teacher had this system in class where everyone would have to learn the multiples by some number and then present it the next day in front of the class. Finally one day it became my turn to do that, and I got the multiples by seven. Having to learn them by the next day, and even worse to present it for the class terrified me. What did not make the situation better was that my math teacher had that kind of personality that intimidates a third grade student.
             When I walked home after school that day, it was with a very big and very dark cloud hanging over my head. All that I knew was that my world would come to an end by tomorrow, and I had no idea what to do about it. Every time I looked at the numbers they just got all blurry in my eyes, and there was no way I could see how seven all of a sudden become fourteen, and then turn twenty-one. I sat there in my grandmother's kitchen with the math book open, just looking at numbers that got more and more blurre
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