A Baby No More

As an eleven year old child, I was very small that people mistook me of being a third grader. Of course, it blew off my self-esteem for my folks were treating me like a baby. They would not take me seriously and would sometimes counter my ideas with a cruel “look at who’s talking”.
Now as a bit grown up, looking back to what happened to me five years ago, puzzles me. I am supposedly on top of the class in terms of academics but how come I just earned a little of their respects. Does size really matter?
I remember asking my mother to stop sending and fetching me at school out of depression. I courageously carry my bag full of books up and down the stairs to and fro our second floor classroom. My mother insisted on doing it for me but stubbornly I said no. I wanted to be like my classmates who effortlessly go up and down the stairs with their bulky backpacks.
Yes, I was successful in showing them that I am no longer a baby. But gaining their respects costed me my health. I suffered an asthma attack!
Remembering those times makes me want to laugh out loud. How could I be so pathetic! But what do children do?