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The time when we used to get drenched in sweat after playing and then step on our cycles just so the wind that gushes over us would dry us, the feeling was bliss. Cycling can never be boring but can give out a lonely vibe, and who wants to be lonely at the age of six and seven. I had a wild crowd. We would often imitate to become Power Rangers, Pokemons, Doremon and his friends, or even impersonate animals. The world of a child is so different from that of what we have now. Imagine a child near you acting like a porcupine and then starting to sing like Gian (character in Doremon) in a split second. All those two hours of madness would come to a halt after I stepped into home. I wanted and wished for a living doll, and I had him.
My little sweetie, even though I was not much older enough myself, he made me feel aged. He became the ideal doll anyone would want. All the children in the pack were now jealous and I never missed the chance to flaunt my little doll. He became my Barbie, bunny, cat, dog, mouse, and even the special guest in the Masterchef Home game. He became my everything. But this dolling period does not last for long. He is growing up fast and, I fear I might lose even the dainty traces of those times in him.
The good times fly faster. I know this because I have felt it. Soon he was big enough to accompany me as a new member of the pack. The long seat in my cycle came in handy; how visionary of my parents! My tiny sweet pants would sit behind me clutching onto me and I would tell him like that Kung-Fu savior, “I am your protector, I will never let anything happen to you”. My sunflower now became Bumblebee from The Transformers, which was the beginning of an endless saga of adventures. I was never lonely even when the pack was not there. We had our own world, I would become Tom, and he was my Jerry. Abandoned houses became haunted houses and, old big trees made us monkeys. Two hours would turn into four hours without effort.
We grew even more. Now it was the time to pass on the mighty throne. Bumblebee became his ride when my parents bought me Optimus Prime. The level of daring quests increased be it jumping off the balconies or trespassing on the hit man’s land or the dunes near the construction sites which became our Sahara desert or playing Jumanji in the little forest behind the house became a daily habit, a habit I can only miss now.
We still are adventure partners. I am glad he came. We will always be the adventure partners. But I don't like the adventure we are having now. The escapades of life have the chance of leaving you in despair, but it’s like God’s blessing to have a partner and I have him. The time back then was worry-free, when we had nothing to worry about. No barriers. We were us without the world’s interference. The original characters that we were born with before things started to change. We changed we are apart. Still, he sometimes comes over to his Kung-Fu savior. I become obliged to help him. Because helping him is like finding my long-lost little doll. When he shows me his way of life, I find both adventure and life in his eyes. We grew up really fast, from Oswald, Noddy, and Thomas & Friends, we shifted to Tom and Jerry, Power Rangers, Pokemon and Doremon. Then we became fans of Transformers and Spiderman, and now we are hear waiting for the premiere of latest Marvel movie.
The timeline down the memory lane...
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