An excuse to show off a beautiful photograph

Inspired by Pooper's recent 'essay', I decided to do my very own childhood post. Expect it to be rather biased. Oh, and it might gloss over some unpleasant details, but that's probably because of selective memory removal rather than voluntary omission.

When I was a young thing, I was a tomboy. I dressed like a little boy. I played football (meaning soccer) with the boys, and I was a very good goalkeeper, I'll have you know. The only Barbie doll I ever owned was a birthday present from someone who obviously didn't know me very well. To this day, that Barbie remains gathering dust somewhere, still inside the box she came with.

I was an avid Power Rangers fan until the day my brother told me it was sad. I stopped watching the show immediately (peer pressure much?).

I found out that Father Christmas was a myth at age two. In first grade, I told my whole schoolbus (or anyone who would listen) that he didn't exist. I think somebody cried. I was very sorry about that but felt that everybody had a right to know the truth.

My parents sent me to an italian kidergarten to make sure I learned the language. I lasted a week. Then, I refused to go to school for three months because in fact I didn't know the language and nobody would speak to me. After three months of effectively missing kindergarten for no reason, my mother schemed and strategised and found a way to trick me into going back.

I was obsessed with the anime version of Sailor Moon, so obsessed that one night, when there was supposed to be a very important episode, I refused to go out for pizza with my parents. It was so worth it.

My second grade teacher used to make us all read individually. One day, I was reading and she was listening and I came across a word that was slightly harder than all the other words in the book. I'd heard the word before because I used to read a lot, but somehow, I thought I wasn't supposed to know it. So I pretended to struggle (and I think I actually stuttered for effect) so she wouldn't think I was trying to show off.

I was Frosty the Snowman in a winter show.

Once, my numerous cousins and I were visiting Istanbul. At the end of the day, we got home to my aunt's house only to discover that we'd forgotten the keys and my aunt wasn't home yet. This would have been all well and good were it not for my desperate need to pee. I ended up peeing in the park in front of the house and my cousin, that asshat, took a photograph. I still have it and it's embarrassing, so no, I'm not posting it.

My favourite book when I was little was Watership Down, by Richard Adams. I remember borrowing it from the school library and loving every bit of it. However, I was at the time unaware that the word 'down' meant 'hill' as well as the opposite of 'up'. That's why I spent the whole book wondering how rabbits could go up Watership Down.

I'll be going to university in six months' time and I can hardly believe I was ever even a child.


The kid in the photo with the striped hat is me. I look nothing like that now. For starters, now you can actually tell I'm female. Anyways, I think it's the cutest photo ever, so go ahead and tell me how cute it is. Thank you.