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They always scared me with stories about this place. A boarding school for "troublemakers"—a one-month punishment for kids like me. But when I got there, I realized it wasn’t as bad as I thought. In fact, it was the wildest, most unforgettable month of my childhood.

Sometimes, the best way to celebrate is not in the crowd, but in the warmth of home with family.

Today, I became both a student and a big brother—two beginnings in one unforgettable day.

Sometimes, a single day can open doors to a whole new world you never knew existed.

WWE SmackDown wasn’t just a TV show—it was a movement. Kids everywhere collected posters, debated the mysteries of Rey Mysterio’s mask, and believed The Undertaker might actually be immortal. We didn’t just watch; we lived it. We wrestled in empty buildings, staged dramatic battles, and took daring falls—onto cushions, of course. It wasn’t just a game; it was our way of bringing the magic of the ring into our world. If our parents had known, they’d have stopped us in an instant. But in that moment, we were the champions of our own backyard WrestleMania.