My Spartan #life "Everyone, get ready for the battle! No one is going to have any food unless they steal it" said the harsh commander. He was though not nice because he going to give us no food, not even WATER to drink. That was how our #life was in Sparta, Greece. Well, when I was born I was chosen for the training because was a healthy born baby. A healthy born baby boy was always given good care until he was seven years old. If you were not a healthy baby boy you would be taken away from your mother. Guess what would they do with you? They would throw you off from a cliff or something. Being seven years old was like being in a jail or even worse because we had to get trained by a dictator like commander. A commander who would never let you go away, and would never let you meet your mom. In Spartan #life, we were suppose to tough and mean to others. I always hated this kind of behavior. Then one day, I complained my trainer about a ten years old kid who was about to beat me up because I didn't gave my food away at the age of eight. After that, I got beaten up for almost every single day of the year, and the reason for that was that we weren't suppose to say anything to anyone. So next time that happened to me I took a rock, and threw it on that kid. I almost felt that I lost myself for some point. Because from the day I was born I almost never got angry, and didn't got into a fight. Finally, today is the day for the Peloponnisian War. I am happy because at last I will be with my family forever if we win. But, if we don't win the battle we will never be able to go home till the next war or even after that. "Come here Hoplites" yelled our strict commander. Hoplite means a citizen soldier from a Greek City-State. "Alright, Mr. Centara we would be there in a second" a voice from behind me told the commander, Mr. Centara. I hopped to him quickly passing the other soldiers who were trying to beat each other. When I reached there I saw that dirty look at Mr. Centara's face while giving me the weapons I needed for the battle. Well, I guess that he got to know that I am not ready for this battle because I almost never consentrate on anything Mr. Centara taught me. I also think that he got to know that from Ronny, my best enemy ever, and he must have told that because he doesn't wants me to get better than him. So, then I decided to ask Mr. Centara that what does he has the mean look on his wrinkly face just to makes sure. After getting my weapons I asked him, and as a result, he slapped me so hard that the birds around us got scared and flew away quickly.