As a Child

As a child, I was afraid of everyone.

As a child, I hated makeup. (I love it now lol)

As a child, I was more of a tomboy.

As a child, I secretly wanted to become a detective.

As a child, I truly felt that nobody could see who I really am inside.

As a child, I was the skinniest girl in school.

As a child, I was an ultimately quiet person.

As a child, I only trusted Moh’d. (he's probably reading this now)

As a child, I was my mother’s shadow feeling weak without her around.

As a child, I never opened up to people and I still don’t easily.

As a child, I was always on alarm thinking that I am somehow watched by someone or something.

As a child, I was locked up in the world of my own imagination.

As a child, I often, by mistake, overheard a lot of adults’ conversations and kept things to myself.

As a child, I always linked what people did in different times and places and quietly did the math in my head to conclude their evil/good intentions.

As a child, I never shared my thoughts – especially with my mother.

As a child, I was attached to our home and no place in the whole world was more peaceful.

As a child, I often tried tricking the guy on TV and changed where I was sitting just to see if his eyes would go somewhere else. Of course that was dumb. (stop laughing)

As a child, I often imagined myself on a huge stage acting like a famous celebrity of something. Oh my God, all this was in my head!

As a child, I had one of the best handwritings in class.

As a child, I had a crush on a senior when I was only in 2nd grade. What was I thinking. Wait, I was only a child!

As a child, I was into art. What happened?

As a child, I thought my dad was a super hero. (he still is my hero and my inspiration).

As a child, I was innocent. Such a strong word.

As a child, I often tried to impress the older boys by playing football with them in the field. Again, what THE HELL was I thinking? Yet again, I was only a child.

As a child, I often tried to read people’s minds. Also, I remember I would try to imagine what lied under that face, that skin… yes skeletons and skulls. Hmm don’t ask why.

As a child, I was never myself around my mother. Now, we’re like close friends.

As a child, I used to look for dandelions and gently blew them in the air.

As a child, I was thrilled about ‘rounders’ – a sport we played in school with Ms. Ursula. I miss her. I wonder what happened to her.

As a child, I wished I had a sister. I regret that. She’s sitting next to me now!

As a child, I used to sleep-talk and sometimes sleep-walk. I still sleep-talk, though.

As a child, I thought “what if our life was a sitcom that God watches… just like how we watch series and sitcoms too”.

As a child, I thought all countries and all nationalities stood together and loved each other. Lovely innocent thought huh?!


But you know what?

As a child, who thought I would be writing all this in something called a BLOG?

Surely there’s much more of things I used to do or be as a child. But that’s all I can think of for now.