What? Oh, you mean childhood!

05Nov07

Okay, so what childhood? I do not remember watching cartoons. I do not remember owning barbies. I do not remember wearing puffy birthday dresses. I do not remember playing supermaket. I do not remember playing dress up. I do not remember walking around in my mother’s heels. I do not remember wanting candy. I do not remember gerge3an. I do not remember my birthday parties. I do not remember wanting a pet. I do not remember having an imaginary friend. I do not remember liking to color or draw. I do not remember school concerts. I do not remember my PreK, KG1, and KG2 friends. I do not remember playing in the playground. I do not remember owning stuffed animals. I do not remember playing Snakes and Ladders. I do not remember playing Sega. I do not remember owning a kitchen set. I do not remember my teachers. I do not remember if I bullied or was bullied. I do not remember wanting to be anything when I grow up. I do not remember our neighbors. I do not remember caring about how I looked. I do not remember liking to go to the jam3eya. I do not remember copying my parents when they prayed. I do not remember questioning where I came from. I do not remember going through the “but why?” phase. I do not remember. I do not remember. I do not remember.

Here’s what I do remember: I remember learning the colors and numbers in English before starting school. I remember singing “Twinkle Twinkle” and “Baba Blacksheep” in the balcony with my older brother. I remember dressing the same as my brother but in the girl version of the outfit. I remember falling in love with reading. I remember reading at a party at my aunt’s house behind a couch while being looked for by the crowd. I remember mom giving me lipstick to wear for the school National Day dance which I did not enjoy. I remember my grandfather’s house and how I used to sit on the stairs to watch the neighborhood. I remember breaking my arm because my evil cousin gave me roller skates too big for my feet. I remember my first two-piece bathing suit. I remember loving Rwaished as a kid. I remember dancing to Michael Jackson at 6. I remember my brother’s Lion King birthday cake. I remember my parents buying us too many Disney movies. I remember my dad telling me how beautiful I am. I remember how old ladies pinched my cheek and gave me gum (which I do not eat even now). I remember my Babar the Elephant books. I remember ice cream and the beach.

I like my childhood memories. Sij ena when people talk about their childhood’s I kind of feel like I’m lost.. But I love my childhood. I love knowing that it wasn’t by the book. I love knowing that I didn’t care for cartoons and candy. Yes, I sometimes want to know what my birthday’s were like. No, it doesn’t kill me not being able to remember:)

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