leonniefm 28 November 2008 Uncategorized 143 views 5 Comments Print This Post  Email This Post

These are the things I remember so clearly if anybody asked me what happened on each year:

• age 3:  I injured my forehead twice this year on the same spot and the scar remains
• age 4:  the last year I ever had a long hair in life
• age 5:  I stole some gummy balls from a friend’s snack box. My parents & my auntie did not let me eat bubble gum. When I came back home, my aunt asked me if I had bubble gum; I said no; she asked again “then what’s that sticky stuff on your dress?”
• age 6:  I hit my teacher’s hand with a ruler because she hit my hands when I forgot to cut my nails
• age 7:  a car hit me and broke my leg
• age 8:  fell from a tree
• age 9:  I was in love with cooking class but not the teacher
• age 10:  A class mate knocked my head to the desk; I got up from my chair without saying a word; I took the broom from the front corner of the class; I went to him and hit him very hard twice; He fell down with some blood; I placed the broom back; I was sent to the headmaster’s room & refused to talk about it; I had to take all my test there for every class until the year ended
• age 11:  A girl, a school friend passed away. She was ironing her uniform that morning and electrocuted.
• age 12:  I did not have any friend at school this year. I avoided people so badly.
• age 13:  I made friends to skip school with. I skipped school more than she did; one out of three months. Back then I thought school was really left behind and therefore uninteresting
• age 14:  I cut my hair almost like GI Jane on graduation day just to celebrate
• age 15:  I joined Tae Kwon Do and made it to the school team in few months. One girl among eight boys. I’m still proud that I kicked better than the boys
• age 16:  (Again) I injured my head. This time I bumped my head to a drawer in the bedroom. The lesson was not to practice any kick in the bedroom. The scar made most of my hair dresser upset.
• age 17: I don’t remember anything from this year. So I guess it’s a wrap.