Well I’m not going to give you made-up stories but real ones that occurred in the life of a poor, innocent child. I’m not sure if you’re going to cry or laugh your hearts out after reading these. Life is full of both good and bad times. No matter how hard life is there will always be happy moments. No one has ever gone through easy life without any problems or discomforts. I’m not exactly sure though how these stories can be categorized. I guess it would depend on the characters you will look at– the “oppressed” or the “oppressor”. Like what I mentioned, life is full of drama, comedies, action, fun, etc. All of these took place in my life as the youngest girl and 5th among 6 siblings - with 3 brothers and 2 sisters… See how “fun” and challenging it is to be a part of a big happy family!
Well, having a big family will usually tend to “divide” the siblings into two or smaller groups. I was part of the boys’ team. So fortunately or unfortunately, I was “one of the boys” and still am. Thank God I grew up as a real & fine woman. Ha-ha!
Childhood experiences…
When our parents were away, here’s what usually happened - you would see the kids running around, going in and outside the house. Sometimes they played basketball, and as usual, the boys were always the winners. When it’s the girls’ turn to play, the ball was nowhere to be found. The next day you would find the ball either inside the back of the toilet bowl where the flusher is located or up in the ring, sliced into half and useless. That’s after they got bored of playing the stuff and they didn’t want the girls to enjoy as they did.
We were not fond of pillow fights. My brothers would put the pillows up above the door which was half-open. They would stay inside the room then would convince the girls to get in so we could all play. Sometimes they used huge milk cans, dipper or small pail filled with water instead of pillows. So we girls got swollen heads and in no time, got free painful shower.
If we were lucky to have a sunny day, we would go out and play. Most of the time, I fell into a ground hole made by my brothers to trap me. Imagine the helplessness of a very young, poor & innocent child… I remember the times I used to hide inside our cabinet during our hide-and-seek. It usually toppled down the floor with me inside without getting hurt (I think this is a skill).
Nightmare?
One day, one of my older brothers invited me to play inside the huge, empty water tank at the front yard. So, he helped me get inside the tank. I started tapping, playing and making echoes inside. He said I had to wait for him, but he never came in. I eventually got bored and tried to reach the round tank cover. To my dismay, I could not open it as it was too heavy. Then there was a foul odor like a rotten fruit or dead mouse. I realized he farted on the small hole where the hosepipe is usually connected. Yes it was sooooo gross! I was grasping for air so I placed my nose closer to that small hole to get some fresh air. When he noticed I was doing that, he put a piece of rag to cover that small hole. I was crying and shouting inside and was helpless. He finally got me out of the tank after few minutes. He was laughing and must have enjoyed the “fun”… but for me it was an unforgettable & horrible nightmare. Despite that, I’m still part of his team. J
(More to come…)
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