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The Tales of Childhood

The years past are like yesterday
So close yet so far
A safe haven
A warm respite

The days of childhood I recall
To bring a smile on my face
To spread cheers all around
To be wary of my mischiefs and mistakes
And to know where I came from, and who I am

It’s strange how our childhood continues to thrive within us
Yet sometimes it doesn’t

I recall watching Dora all day with my close cousin
Learning counting, Ola, Gracias and Vamanos
Shouting where the castle is and screaming, “Swiper, no Swiping!”
As I grew up, Dora became blind to me
As she couldn’t see what’s in front of her
And I couldn’t see my cousin far from me

I recall bus rides to school
Fame was within my reach and my performance was anticipated……..
…………Vomiting everyday on my way to school
I still hear the audience’s voice rise with emotion as they witness the highlight of their day
Highlighted everyday
As I grew up, my body accepted that this world is turbulent, not stable
Round, not flat
Except when I ride up the mountains into the sky
Because my body believes that in order to reach such heights
Extra baggage is not allowed

I recall a 2-year-old being a great climber
That she hid all night from everyone during hide-and-seek
Watching the earth frantically looking for her
As she rested and gazed at the sky on the roof of her house
As I grew up, I still hid well
Not on top of houses and trees, but in lone corners of the house
Not hiding my body, but guarding my secrets from the earth

I recall a grumpy little self
With a selected circle of loved ones
Who despised everyone outside of it
Even a simple touch of a kind outsider,
Unleashed a tempest of a monster
As I grew up, I cut the ends of my circle
To allow everyone into my love
But the monster was dead
So anyone who wished to hurt me,
Didn’t need an invitation

I recall my attachment to my favorite movies
How Ice Princess lit up my spirit to swirl to my whims
To glide across the air so much I’d fly
As I grew up, my spirit still shines
On the dance floor, I dance
In the house, I dance
In the library, I dance………………..with my fingers
In my heart, the music never ends

I recall a toddler running away from my family, overflowing with rage
I recall being lost
All alone in the world
With strangers who took me to the police station
Where my family found me, overflowing with tears
As I grew up, I realized
No matter if the world rejects you, home is where you’re always welcome
Home is where you’re safe to be you
Home is where you belong

I recall birthdays and celebrations,
Where I dressed in an array of costumes
To celebrate acceptance of my gruesome self
And played with water balloons with family and friends
And slammed cakes all over myself and my friends
As I grew up, fashion and brands bloomed
Expensive dining took over
And people panicked over a little stain and a tiny pimple

I recall playing Hopscotch, Cricket, Football, Corner-Corner and Seven Stones
Where my friends and I meet up in casual clothes
Believing the day is not productive
If we returned home without sweat, stink and bruises
As I grew up, my friends grew up faster
They stopped playing games so I had to
They hated sweat so I had to
They became conscious of their stink and bruises so I followed
Yet they recall the ‘good old days’

I recall an 8-year-old who spent everyday with a smile on her face
Joyful on every joyous occasion, crying at every distressing situation
And wasn’t afraid to express herself a hundred percent
And appreciated every little thing
As I grew up, I am the same
Joyful on every joyous occasion, crying at every distressing situation
Still appreciating every little thing
Living the life of a 21-year-old
With the mind of a toddler

My name is Andale Seaworne. I’m a regular 21 year old Muslim Pakistani girl navigating through life, sharing knowledge and opinion related to different topics in life from basic moral values with relevance to Islamic teachings to travelling, books, food, personal experiences, observations, interpretations and anything that comes to my mind.

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3 replies on “The Tales of Childhood”

You expressed the memories of childhood nicely. Childhood is the best phase of our lives. You don’t need to worry about anything except studies. You remain in your own world without thinking what others will think, but as you grow up, you become more worried and conscious about what others will think. You should always keep that child alive in yourself.

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