Walk my life with me

While I was sitting down in front of an empty page wondering how to introduce myself #life #introduceyourself in an interesting way it made me think that maybe I should skip the “Hi I’m Maggie and I’m a chocoholic” part and get down to the me that I haven’t shared with anyone in years. I figured that I would start out with sharing some memories, all relevant to who I am as a person as well as how my interests came to be. So let’s walk down my memory lane together…!

My first memory is when I was around two years old. I remember sitting in the hall as my mother walked past me and how gigantic she seemed to be. I remember the white blanket that covered my new baby brother while I desperately tried to get my mother’s attention so she would show him to me. This was the day I met my best friend and probably one of the most important people in my life. Then I remember nothing, well at least not for the next couple of years.

My childhood was happy, not just happy but to me it was remarkably special, what else could you expect from someone growing up with 6 siblings. I remember that when I was about four years old I had a day mother who looked after my brother and me during the day while my mom and dad were at work. Each morning would start with a bowl of weetbix. I remember how she used to lift me onto the counter so I could watch her prepare the breakfast for all the kids she looked after. I remember the taste and the texture of this simple meal, it makes me smile just thinking about it. I guess that this is when I first started with my fascination with food. I also remember that at that same age I used to drive my older siblings crazy walking around the house singing loudly and very off key. I dreamed of being the next big artist and no one could tell me otherwise. You see even as a child I was an independent person with a will and spirit that if left untamed probably would have spread like wild fire. I had this innocent idea of what the world was like. In my mind I could do and become anything I wanted to be and no one could tell me otherwise, boy was I wrong. However with this strong minded attitude I was, and to this day deep, deep down still am a hopeless romantic with what can only be described as a marshmallow heart. I still remember waking up early in the mornings when the flowers were in bloom to stalk our garden for the perfect flower to give to my teacher. According to my mother I was quite flirtatious with men as a little girl, apparently I used to tell her that if I knew how to cook I was ready to get married. I do not recall ever saying such a thing however I do remember watching my parents cook and trying to copy them, obviously failing at all attempts but I never stopped trying. By the age of 6 I had mastered the skill of scrambled eggs, by 8 I could make pasta and by 9 I had mastered the skill of baking.

Along with my love of cooking came a love of reading. I loved fairy tales, especially those that actually involved fairies. Up until the age of 12 I strongly believed that they existed. My love for reading grew to a love for writing. By the time I reached high school I had started writing poetry, some of which I will post at a later stage for anyone interested. I guess now that I think about it I had an interest in all kinds of art. During primary school I fell in love with dancing and performing on stage, my dream to become a singer never went away but I now wanted to become a singer, actor and dancer. I also gained an appreciation for drawing and painting.

As with most lives everything was not always sunshine and roses. When I was 12 we found out that my father who was and still is my hero, was diagnosed with cancer, by the time I turned 15 he had passed away. This hit me harder than most of my siblings and I fell into a deep depression. During this time I became fascinated with the medical field and psychology. For a while it seemed like there was no end to the dark abyss that was my life but I found light in the darkness.
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Now at the age of almost 22 I have found true love (I know this sounds cliché). I shall share our story soon. However for now his name is Daniel. He is the closest thing to a superhero in my world and I adore him.

So what you have to look forward to in the future if you should choose to follow me:

I have many funny, sad and sometimes personal inspirational stories that I would love to share. I have many poems hidden in a drawer waiting to be read and have lots to say about practically everything and nothing and have lots of time to say it (so I will also take requests).

A few more things about me that I have not mentioned:
I am shy, I adore movies, I like finding out about weird and wonderful things and can be random at times.

I’m off to explore the world to find topics you might enjoy. Till next time. Xoxo @thegoldencookie