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Rabu, 10 September 2008

WheN I wAs.....

Life is not as simple as I thought when I was still very young. I used to think that I could get everything I want only by saying “Mom, I want this, Dad, I want that one”, etc. Yes, they realize what I want because my wants were only some simple things. I could get many candies or colourful balloons that people sold around my village. If my parents didn’t realize my wants, I could cry and they would make my dreams come true. Once again, it happened because my dreams were so simple.

The more I grow up, the more complicated my dreams are. Along my way to reach maturity, I have been a different from people who always naïf facing life. I am changing. Yes, I am changing. It doesn’t out of the influences of my school time. When I was in kindergarten, I always bring food and drink with me to school. Those were the important thing for me at that time. I learnt how to write letter by letter and read as well.

The most memorable thing for me at that time is the time when my lovely Mom ride me school and ride me home by bike. That’s wonderful time. My Mom was never tired to ride her old bike only to make sure that I would not be late for school. She also wouldn’t let me waited to long in the school. My Mom is a Super Mom. I love her so much.

I have my first love in kindergarten time. I fell in love to my neighbour. His name is Wendy. I still remember his full name. He was so cute and smart of course. I never told him about my feeling. I was too shy to tell him. I kept that feeling until I could forget it at all. Actually it’s so hard to erase my feeling to him, but there were no chances for me to build bigger feeling for him. Finally I could forget my special feeling for him.

When I was in TK Mawar (my kindergarten) my first sister was born. November 15th 1991 was the date. I was happy but also worry, worrying of my parents’ attention. But they never decreased their love to me. They said that I was so independent. I could do my part by myself. Yes, of course I could. I had been five at that time. My father seems love me more. He was so proud of me because my independence. He like me singing. I can’t imagine if I was ever so brave to sing loudly in front of a lot of people.

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