In response to VJ´s Weekly Challenge.
As a little one I was taught to want to be grown up,
as a grow up I want to learn to be a little one,
And so when I make the same mistake again,
maybe you won´t take it into much consideration.
De Mayor – Song by Enrique Bunbury
There aren´t many things I still recall
on being a 5 year old child,
I loved horses, and I drew hundreds of them,
pages and pages piled.
At home we had a dog but I loved cats
I dreamed to be the Vet Queen;
even when my hopes fell flat
I would dress as a cat in Halloween.
I developed asthma, all pets were gone,
in exchange for painful skin allergy tests.
We moved out to a warmer home,
goodbye dreams, no matter how much I protested.
I was 5, but a good reader already,
running would cause me an asthma attack;
books were my personal sanctuary
when my cousins would chase me as a pack.
They couldn´t understand my new hobby,
I loved to get lost in a new story,
I couldn´t play in the yard with the doggy,
they hid my books, they were naughty.
I had a bob hairdo that I hated
if I wanted it longer I had to wait,
I wanted to be like Rapunzel
today it´s red, and falls to my waist.
Those were little things I knew
when I was five and still went to school;
now there are dogs, and cats in my world
and inside my stories unicorns rule.
I hope you enjoyed this random thoughts about my early (and first) childhood. As the song says, I´m already enyoing my third childhood, full of unicorns and imaginary friends that end up in my stories.
Do you still remember how you were as a child? Did you achieve your dreams? I´d love to hear your memories.