I stood in front of the big, tall building made entirely of glass. The desks, table, clocks, everything, just glass. I hated it. I had always hated glasses ever since I watched the movie, "Why not". It was a movie about a stubborn child who always disobeyed adults and ended up dying by glass. Yes, glass. She jumped off the couch and jumped onto the glass table which impaled her killing her instantly. You think that's not something a little child should be watching? Tell that to my parents who always made me watch it whenever I did something wrong. All along they thought they were doing me good, but in reality they were scaring me.