At my age, many people seem to see that I act and think beyond my years. Their reactions and comments make me look back and try to find out the events that made me like this. Is it because of the people I met? Or the trials I encountered? When did I forget about being young?
Realizing that it’s quite difficult to find the answer, there are also some missing pieces in my childhood experiences. Those lost ones make me think that I jumped from being young to adult, no in between. But that’s not how I wanted it to be. I will try to put the moments together and at least give myself a sense of childhood and help bring me back to my younger years. I want to remember.
I will try to write daily poems for seven days to remember those missing and almost forgotten memories.
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BTV
I never really liked books
I liked coloring ones and pictures
Fairy tales, legends, fables, tall tales
I never really liked words
Always stuck on TV
Befriending Sarah, Cedi, Heidi, Judy
Others came, entertained and loved
Lessons I learned from my mighty tube
Not until I was in school
I endured long writings
Even marked readings
ABC, 123, read and write
Then I met a book
Which changed everything
It made me happy, excited, and sad
Crazy to even think of all those
My life then was a bore
Until I met new friends
Adventures started from the tip of my toe
Up to the end of the couch I sit for long
These two were my bestfriends
BTV I sometimes combine them
Books and TV all the way
I never really got out of them
Yakapin 