Monday, January 5, 2009
"My childhood" a special title that represents me. It's something special to me even twenty years down the road. Something that i describe as a wonderful memory of my life. It seems just like yesterday as I'm writing here, flashes of pictures started to form like puzzles, thinking back now, I never regretted living in this world afterall.
I shall begin when I was at the youngest, lets say around five year old, where I got a blur memories to it, but thats when my memories cell started to grow. During at that age, toys were there for me so I considered myself fortunate and blessed afterall. As I was the youngest in my family, I was the most loved and most attention on child. So I grew up as a spoiled child as i got everything wish. Its like I want, means I want. That simple and demanding, however as far I can remember, I remember having my wonderful kindergarden years, not academically well, but just moderate. As my memories move on ahead, came by my primary school life.
During my first ever primary school life, I remembered my first time ever stepping in to a very big campus, to me was full of fear and panic. Being a total strager to such a new environment, was not easy to adapt as first. At that time of the first week, I still even saw some of my other classmates crying. Luckily for me, I'm strong enough, so I didn't cried. My parents were there for me everytime during my lunch break, and everytime I see them, I felt so safe and secured. But it was only soon that i began to realise that my parents could only be there for the first week, so as we could slowly adapt to the changes. Indepenent afterall played an important part.
Followed on came by my mid part of my primary school life. I dare not say I'm a grown up child, but a just still progressing child. I've got this weild character that I got. I like to bully the girls in my class and worse of all, I made them cry. Then I ended up for the minor cases, the parents of the girls came to school and look for my teacher-in-charge. In the end I got my punishment, however, I never learn my mistakes and even continue to craete more troubles. Soon, I ended up in the school's principal office. From then I got a very stern warning from the principal, thus from then on, I stop irritating the rest of the class not really being a good boy, but just quieter only.
During my final two years in primary school, I can say, I learn well, played well, most of all started to mature from there. I didn't really made it to the top classes of the school, but contented to be in the mid stream. As I knew very well myself, I didn't study hard enough. But that class of batch year 2000 primary five was the best class i had during my primary school life. Joys and tears were spend for that short period of two years, I'm truly proud of being part of the big family. My class firstly got a former discipline master as my mother tongue teacher and the worse, the current school discipline mistress as my form teacher. But although others may think it's the misfortune of all, I still think that I do really enjoy alot. Staying back after school to play soccer with my classmates, around three plus then go home, those were the days. Usually my class punishment for not finishing homework would be writing lines and I was champion for that accumulating a record of one hundred and eighty four times. At the same year, I also i won a few gold and medal during my sport day for the first time.
I would also go to the east side where my elder sister live, and ever since then, I got a strong bonding tied to that place, where i would ride the bicycle down the beach with my othe nephews and play nitendo gameboy. There would be a place where i spend most during my final year of my childhood years. Cause one of the biggest family chalet was also held there the Pasir Ris beach in fact twice. There I really enjoy the happiest days of my childhood. Soon the saddest part of my life was the move on from primary school life to secondary life. It was the parting of everyone in my class and I knew most probably everyone will see each other again. I was extremely down at that moment, just really felt lost and could not understand why one must grow up and face all these. Till now only two of my classmates I have still kept in touch. One of them is my best friend even till now, while another may not contact as much, but try to keep in touch. Anyway hope that my primary school friends will catch this, I hope that we could gather altogether once again, it's been eight years since all of us gather together.
My next entry is titled "He, him and most importantly his story" will debut next Monday 12th January.
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