I’d have to say that being 11 is the worst possible age there is to be.
If I could take that whole year back I would. I was a horrible, terrible person who cared only about myself and how people saw me. I was a bully. I singled out one girl that I used to be friends with, but our friendship had broken up the year before. I was angry and I wanted to hurt her like she had hurt me. I started spreading rumors. Terribly vicious rumors you would never have thought an 11 year old could spread. I made things up about her sexual orientation and everybody believed what I said. Her life was ruined. Everybody hated her until she graduated in 8th grade, two years later.