Andrea Corr Quotes

I was bought an electric guitar when I was 12, but my guitar teacher beat me up. I didn't like guitar lessons and I got quite bored. My teacher was obviously bored giving me lessons, and one day I offered him a liquorice toffee, but he didn't answer. So I threw it at him, it hit him in the face, and he sort of beat me up.

I went out every single night so I was never alone with my stepfather. At 12, I stopped going on holiday with them. The times I was alone with him I always made sure I was all covered up.

I was teased horribly as a child and beaten up a lot.

But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import.

I ran away. I kept running away. Almost once a week, I'd run away from those schools. They'd catch me. They'd bring me back to the school, beat me. And it was - it was terrible.

The worst thing that happened to me as a child was seeing my brother get pushed into a cement mixer.

I experienced bullying in different forms.

I didn't really fight with any of my older brothers. Mostly just Rob. Basically, all the memories I have are getting beaten up by him.

My Papa's Waltz: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.

Harassment is one of puberty's darkest, most unreported rites of passage.

Assault in any form is never OK, and I want to be very clear on that.

Let's not glamorize abuse.

I was a very anxious kid. I was bullied at primary school and responded by making myself as anonymous as possible at secondary school.

For a number of years at my public elementary school in rural Maine, I was treated like all the other girls in school. That changed in September 2007 when a male classmate, set on a path by his grandfather, followed me into the girls' restroom. The end result was that I had to use the school's staff bathroom - just me, no one else.

I was in diapers when my parents left me with the babysitter to participate in an armored car robbery. They never came home.

It was tough, so hard; it really was horrible when I was growing up. I was called so many names, all sorts.

I've been beat up pretty badly back in my day.

When you've been abused daily and you see people humiliated and harassed, you just get tired of it.

There were moments where I was called many derogatory names. I've gotten into a couple of fights. People have jumped me. You know, I've had a lot of things that have happened to me, but I look past those things now.

Since I was probably eight years old, just about everyday, all the way until I was 14 or 15 years old, just about everyday my mom and my stepdad would roll around in the living room fighting.

You know, I've been hit with a Greb boot in the face and I've been spat on. And my kids light up when they hear these stories. It really takes their minds off their troubles.

I have said that gymnastics can be abusive and brutal. That was my experience. I felt trapped in a world where authority figures were dictating my future.

Getting hit is not cool.

It is so frustrating to feel in danger. People have followed me around at 2 in the morning and have literally said, 'Don't make me follow you. You're not responding to me.' It's incredibly degrading.

As a kid back home in Texas, I was followed by sales associates in stores and called derogatory names more times than I can count.