Glimpse of my Childhood

Imagination in my opinion is one of the most amazing gifts we have as humans. When I was younger I would think that these types of thoughts were silly and stupid dreams. And that day, after I thought about it and couldn't believe that I would actually enjoy these types of activities with my friends, I decided that there was nothing wrong with letting my imagination run wild and that moving forward, I intend to fully experience in my mind any such thoughts and not feel bad about it, or think it's crazy or a dream. What's wrong with having thoughts that bring smiles to my lips and joy to my heart?

Do you remember your world when you were a small child? Can you picture a single day in Elementary year? Better yet, can you picture one as a kindergartener? Do you remember your old views and dreams? I do. I remember my past so very vividly: the games, the friends, the hopes, and the ignorant bliss.

The rules didn’t make sense, but weren’t those the “funniest” games of all? I remember thinking that smoking, drinking, swearing, gangs, and guys getting their ears pierced were all bad things. I remember my friends agreeing with me. Things change, though, don’t they? Whether you want them to or not, they change. As you get older you make little exceptions. Just this once. One more little thing.

When I think about what makes someone a good friend, I think about all the characteristics of my own friends. My personal definition of a friend is someone who is always looking out for me, and will help me if I’m in trouble. A friend has to be someone I trust and who trusts me in return. Another important characteristic in a friend is someone who I can talk to, and make me laugh. One of the most important traits of a friend is someone who will help you if you need it.

My parents did not agree with my philosophy so I had to give myself permission to go out of the house. I would use the window to get out then I would proceed to scale the roof to one side of the house and jump off on to the trampoline. I was always sure to dress in completely black. One personal experience I had with this was when my friends, Jhellai, Mark and I we all out driving around late at night. We were on our way home from going up to our camp at the Tinago falls in Iligan City, it was four in the morning, and we were all tired. Mark was driving the car and we had just gotten off the south way when I ran over a glass bottle and our tire popped. I didn’t know what to do. We had no money, and were stranded. Millions of thoughts were racing through my mind: what would I tell my mother, how could we get it fixed, and most importantly how could I stay out of trouble. My friend Mark called up his brother to come and tow the car. His actions that night made me realized that a true friend would take risks for each other. A strong friendship also depends upon mutual thinking.

I remember that sometimes I used to be mad at them because they wouldn’t let me do certain things. I now understand why they did. When I did something bad, they were still there to support me. I was a very dependent child growing up. My friends and I get along most of the time, always on go. The most important thing I expect from other people is respect. I get along with people of the same sex just as well as people of the opposite sex. No matter what I did, they never turned their back on me. I would respect them so I would want respect them in return. Other than that I always new I had a caring family to come home to. Even though I’ve done things that my parents weren’t happy about, they still supported me. I think independence is a very essential thing in order to live on your own. I think its going to hurt me a little in the long run because I am not very experienced in some things.

These are the people that I want to thank, these are the people that make a difference and give me the courage to keep going. Together they make me strong. The kind gesture and sympathy of a total stranger gave me the strength that day to keep moving forward.

I study because I want to, because I feel like I need to, because at the end of every semester I feel a sense of accomplishment and because I owe it to myself and to my future to make it happen. I believe that it is never too late to make one’s dream come true. However, I could never do it without those people who have held my hand, pushed me and told me that I can do it.

So yes, that physics teacher made me cry and I was loosing my hair from stress and getting really sick. But at the end I think it wasn’t her that was challenging me, I think I constantly challenge myself. I was upset because I wasn’t doing as good as I knew I could, I was angry because I don’t handle getting low grades well. But I learned that semester that I can only do, the best that I can, and that that is ok, because I am fulfilling my dream. It is never to late to do what we really want to do, and If I can do it, anyone can. All it takes is the desire to make it happen.

I have a long way to go still and I will probably cry many more times, and continue to challenge myself. But I will continue to try my hardest, because I know that with the help and support of those who care about me, I will be able to do it.

I believe there is no such thing as a perfect childhood or life. People are no perfect. Therefore, children have some flaws in their childhoods, some more than others. There may be several flaws in someone’s childhood, but there are many good points to back on. These good points all depend on six basic needs. They’re love, acceptance, security, independence, sense of achievement, and personal while growing up, I had a rather satisfactory childhood. I never question if was loved when I was a kid. I was loved then and I’m still loved now. My friends were there whenever I needed help. They cared for me and did what was best for me.

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Nortehanon said...

As many people would say, a child's experiences will help shape his or her future. Lucky are those who had great childhood. I consider myself one ;)

As a child welfare advocate, it makes me sad that there are more and more children who, when they grow up, could not look back to their past and say, "I had a good childhood."

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