When I was Young
It is 2:28 in the morning and I am listening to Alanis Morrisette "Ironic."
My favorite line is the one with "ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife". It reminds me of when I was a kid when i was always given a spoon to cut things, like cake, apples, butter, basically everything. The song also reminds me of long restless summers at my aunts house hanging with my cousins, playing super mario on the super ninetendo, swimming in the community pool on my little floaty, climbing that tree, riding my bike and the ice cream truck where i would always get a screwball, you know, those fruit flavored icecreams with a bubblegum at the botton...those were my all time favorite.
Things were different then. I played with my cousins all the time, our entire family got along, the world was so new and we lived in this small apartment and it was just fine.
I remember the icecream man came each day during those hot summers and I never seemed to have enough money for my beloved screwballs but he would always give them to me anyways.
I loved to draw back then. And explore.
And sometimes I close my eyes and see the place where I use to live. When I was young.
I miss being taken care of. It seems like I have this innate need to be loved by someone. Because I was always held and hugged and kissed and spoiled abundantly when I was a child. And now it's rare that I get one hug throughout a month.
The other day I told my little sister Thao to put some of my papers in my drawer. Somewhere in there she found her drawing she drew for me and she asked, "You still have this?"
"Of course," I told her.
I want to instill in her that memory is important. That when she's older, relics of the past, of childhood, of the world as she sees it in the everchanging now will be important to her.
I want her to remember my affection for her and hope that years from now she'll see it as tenderly as I do.
My favorite line is the one with "ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife". It reminds me of when I was a kid when i was always given a spoon to cut things, like cake, apples, butter, basically everything. The song also reminds me of long restless summers at my aunts house hanging with my cousins, playing super mario on the super ninetendo, swimming in the community pool on my little floaty, climbing that tree, riding my bike and the ice cream truck where i would always get a screwball, you know, those fruit flavored icecreams with a bubblegum at the botton...those were my all time favorite.
Things were different then. I played with my cousins all the time, our entire family got along, the world was so new and we lived in this small apartment and it was just fine.
I remember the icecream man came each day during those hot summers and I never seemed to have enough money for my beloved screwballs but he would always give them to me anyways.
I loved to draw back then. And explore.
And sometimes I close my eyes and see the place where I use to live. When I was young.
I miss being taken care of. It seems like I have this innate need to be loved by someone. Because I was always held and hugged and kissed and spoiled abundantly when I was a child. And now it's rare that I get one hug throughout a month.
The other day I told my little sister Thao to put some of my papers in my drawer. Somewhere in there she found her drawing she drew for me and she asked, "You still have this?"
"Of course," I told her.
I want to instill in her that memory is important. That when she's older, relics of the past, of childhood, of the world as she sees it in the everchanging now will be important to her.
I want her to remember my affection for her and hope that years from now she'll see it as tenderly as I do.