COMING BACK, MEMORIES

After all the cleaning up I had to do at home before our cargo comes, I found so many things that I was like, “Damn, I need to blog this”.

First of all, I had a little reunion with my favorite teddy of all times. It’s probably one of the biggest I’ve ever owned and sleeping with it, it’s almost like sleeping with another human being. And it’s so soft. As you can see, it’s pink so when I was small, I thought that directly made it a female. I never named it, which is weird. Maybe, it’s not too late to name it now?

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Then, I found this picture of me that looks like a painting, but it’s just an edited picture to make it look like a sketch and then, we framed it.  I got that done when I was 6 or 7 at my school. Does it look like me at all?

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And I found the most valuable things I could’ve asked for.
First, I found a diary that my grandma gave me a couple of years ago, which I never started. It’s the green one in the gallery below. I’m thinking I should really start it. Fill those pages in. I love writing and it’s great to look back at what I’ve done. Plus, it’s a diary that has meaning and value to it not just a notebook I bought so I could write in it, you know? My grandma gave it to me as a birthday present if I remember correctly.

What else did I find? If I told you, you wouldn’t believe it. I found three diaries of mine. I used to keep a diary when I was little. I started when I was 6 about to turn 7 and kept it till I was 9. Then, I stopped keeping one. And I started out again when I was 12, and I wrote my last diary entry last summer. I should really get back on track, shouldn’t I?

And my favorite thing ever. I actually knew they were here and I couldn’t wait to get here just to find them. When I was small, I wrote stories. Of course, they weren’t very well-written. But the ideas behind them surprise me now that I look back at them. When I was 6, I wrote a story about two girls who found out what geometrical figures were for when they saw a cat. And then, on the side I drew a cat. The face was a circle. The ears triangles. The body was an oval. And the legs, rectangles. I think it’s kind of smart of me to write that. But I have my favorites out of the collection. There are 17 stories in total. One of the stories I like the most is one of a butterfly who was stuck to its cocoon but then she got other animals to help her out and with their help, she flew. I wrote this one when I was 6. Another story I really enjoy was one of a bear who was white with black spots, but all of the bears he knew were black with white spots. This bear was invited to a party and he was scared because he was different. He didn’t have any presents to give so he took a dried flower hoping for the best. On his way, it started to rain and so, his spots and fur reversed color and the flower became really beautiful. He went in the party looking like the rest and with a beautiful flower. It’s all about taking risks. I wrote this one when I was 7. There’s so much to think about these stories. They’re unintentionally or intentionally (I don’t know, I was so small I can’t remember) meaningful and beautiful.

 

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It makes me proud to know that this little thing I have for writing started when I was really young. I started keeping a diary and now I’m here, with the desire to share my thoughts out to the world.

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3 thoughts on “COMING BACK, MEMORIES

  1. I hate keeping diaries – I just don’t really write about myself. But I did write stories when I was little. Until Year 4 (I’m 11 and going into Year 8) I had a person my parents paid to come to my school and write daily reports on how I was getting on, and this morning I found some of them. I can’t believe how naughty I was!

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