Few days ago, my friend was telling me his colorful stories of his childhood, which where adventurous, extraordinary, and unknown world to me. That made me think about my childhood.
I do not remember anything about my young ages, when I used to go to kindergarten. Only thing I remember was that I was fighting with a girl in kindergarten for a chair. I used to sit on a chair with logo of hedgehog, and I hated that. But that girls was sitting on a chair with rose, so I wanted that chair. Keke. Whenever I try to imagine myself trying to take someone's chair, it makes me laugh. I was very independent from young age. My brother was born with complications and he needed much more attention than I did, who was 4 at the time. I do not blame my parent, they were around my age when they had my brother, thus they were working and taking care of two children. I do not say they neglected me, but mentally I did not have sufficient support and understanding from them, as far as I can remember. I was there, healthy, disciplined, quite little girl.
I was a quite girl in school. Tall and slim girl, with short cut hair. My grades where excellent until Grade 5-6. No one noticed me in school. But I had my fair friends, two of them are still my best friends. Then in summer of Grade 8, I have changed. I rebelled against everyone, including myself. It is strange memory that I have about my high school years, it was filled with countless fun with classmates, classes, teachers, love, hatred, disappointments, depression, etc. But, I survived!!!
(This part was about my early ages, next one will be on more on teenage and youth periods. )
1 comment:
Excellent posting.
Thank you and have a good week.
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