A Little Girl I Used To Be

I used to love bunch of songs when I was still a kid. Actually only a fragment of my childhood years is all I can remember, most are just retold or video tape based. I can still remember the time when my dad had shown me a video of a chubby girl about 3’5 in height, eating chocolate fudge, singing “one little two little three little Indians…” aloud, the girl was prancing around the room and laughing hysterically as the video cam starts to focus on her, giggles parts her lips and joy evident on her face. It took me several seconds to realize I was the girl in the video, the foolish little girl, who used to be a father’s girl. My dad and I used to be close, real close I can say, my mom as well, we always talk about everything even the craziest idea we had ever encounter. My dad was the one, who always brought me to carnivals, I'm pretty sure, Enchanted Kingdom was my favorite. I can still clearly remember the time I got lost in the area, I sobbed and ran to the nearest office I can see to seek for help.

Haven’t I mentioned? I’m the family’s cry baby, I cry over small things just to be comforted, loved and to feel involved and important. Yes, I was pathetic back then, but at least I was loved and cared, it has a great impact on a child’s development to feel loved. Like any kid, I always get lost in the department store, to be more specific, SM department store, I used to weep every time I get lost since I don’t know what’s ahead of me. There is a great possibility I might be kidnapped or I might get stuck in any creepy situations that is contingent to occur. These are the moments where you can always say, "Kids have brains". After several loss and found situations I learned how to consult the customer service about my situation, and they always turn out to be the appropriate place to be when you’re loss.

Even though I was a cry baby, I also have a tough side. My mom told me a story which had been one of my inspirations on being strong. When I was around 4 to 5 years old, my mom brought me to a mall’s kiddie playground to socialize with other kids and have fun. Then a kid approached me, and slapped me. Positive, the kid slapped my face, I was definitely offended. Confused and insulted, I approached my mom and informed her, “Mommy, the girl slapped me.”. My mom told me she was very surprised, more of a shock actually, with my move, I slapped the girl back really hard. It must have left a big red mark on her fave. Ha. No one would have thought I was that strong. The kid wept and told her mom about the incident. Luckily her mom didn’t scold me, she even asked for forgiveness, which was actually needed. See? I’m also small but terrible when I was small. So who dares to fight with me? Come on, don’t be such a coward. See? You know you would lose.

Kid’s life is never complete without cartoons. I fancy Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. I even imagined my own prince charming, until now I can still remember his descriptions vividly. My prince charming is very handsome, tall, blond haired, blue eyes, brave, strong-willed, sweet, and the list continues on and on. I love power puff girls as well, among the three, I like Bubbles the best, because she is cute, and I can see myself in her. Cartoons also come with stuffed toys, Winnie the Pooh stuffed toy is my all time favorite, until now it still sleeps with me in my bedroom. On my 10th birthday, my uncle brought me life-size gorilla, it was too big that it already occupied my whole bed, though I was against it, my mom had decided to place it in the bodega.

My childhood was even colorful than I had ever imagined. It’s such a waste, I forgot a huge part of it. Luckily, my parents were there to witness my crazy yet funny acts. I admit I sorely missed the kid I used to be. There are times I wished I can still bring back the kid inside me, the girl, who giggles and laughs out loud whenever her parents cuddle her. I deeply hope I can still be the Daddy’s girl, the reputation I built when I was still small. To top it all, it’s really fun to reminisce over your past childhood memories. I surely had a lot of fun.