Childhood, the beautiful part of everyone's life. Now all grown up, we are left with the memories. I wish to take the hands of time back to when I was a child, but if wishes were horses. Whenever memories of my childhood flashes back, I just give out a smile. I miss the life of being a child, a life not full of responsibility, a life without competition, a life without stress, a life without competition, a life to eat and sleep. I miss those moments but who won't miss that. If you ask me to choose between childhood and adulthood, I will gladly choose childhood, because it's the beautiful part of my life.
The dumbest thing I did when I was a child was shaving my hair with shaving stick. There was this particular day in school, I was in primary school then. Though we were allowed to barb or plait our hair. It was on a Thursday morning after assembly, the headteacher warned that nobody should come to school the next day which is Friday with untidy hair unless she will use scissors to cut it. My hair was obviously untidy. When I got home that day I disturbed my parents to take me to a barbing salon, so I can have a hair cut. The promised by weekend I was going to have a hair cut. I refused and insisted that Thursday evening but they refused.
Meanwhile right from my preschool to highschool, I usually barb skin cut, it was a normal routine and most of my friends usually ask why I usually barb skin but won't have any answers as it was my parents routine, if I barb low cut and they see it, I have to go back to the salon for a clean skin cut.
Back to my story, after they refused to take me to salon, I decided to think of another alternative, usually I see my dad shave his beard every morning with a shaving bik, then I thought if shaving bik can give him a clean cut, then it can also shave my hair, I sneaked into his room and took one of his shaving bik, then went to the toilet to give myself a clean cut. Like a princess I matched out and nobody made any comment. At least I was fulfilled and got what I wanted. The next day which was Friday, I prepared for school as I waited for my dad to take us to school. I saw myself on the mirror while passing, I have to go back again to confirm whether it was my reflection that was on the mirror. I screamed, my hair some part was low while some part was hair. Unfortunately I have to carry it to school that way and my friends made fun of me, I won't forget that in a hurry.
Another stupid thing I did with my siblings, though I didn't do it intentionally. I was playing with my younger brother in the backyard. There was this mango tree in our backyard. We were targeting a squirrel on the mango tree, we started throwing stones at it but we were missing the target. The last stone I threw at the tree bounced back and hit my brother and he got injured. I was so scared throughout that day as he kept crying. I felt sorry and was begging him to stop crying so that my parents won't hear him and ask what happened.
Lastly, I missed building a house with sticks and using wrapper as the zinc and mat on the floor. That's what I do mostly with my siblings doing the weekend.
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