Again, I was brought to shame when I read my latest blog–in which I had promised to update regularly. It’s a few months from then, and I haven’t kept that promise. “Promises are meant to be broken,” they say. And how true that is for me.
I’ve come across the daily prompt of wordpress earlier today, and something just sparked up. I remember reading that the best way to be a better writer is to keep writing something–anything–for a day, and since I’ve got a lot of dreams, I guess it’s time I follow that advice. But maybe every other day will do. Ha.
So, the question.
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it?
I’ve got six siblings, all of them one or two year apart from the other. I was the only one who grew up with no one to play with. I was born five years after my older sister, and my younger sister was born five years after me. By the time I was playing catch and hide and seek, my sister was too busy putting make-up, and my younger sister was too busy crying in her crib.
Hours were spent alone, obviously. I had to find a way to entertain myself. Only, now that I think about it, my entertainment didn’t come from toys (since I destroyed them all to quickly), or playmates (since I had none), but from books. What a little nerd I was. A cute one though, I have to say ;). I would spend hours flipping through encyclopedias of animals, or arts, or solving the kids puzzles in the math books. Sometimes, I also opened the Bible Story, and I often got frustrated when I realized the volumes 8 and 9 missing.
So! Yes. I was incredibly attached to books as a child, and yes, I was a bit of a nerd way back then. But I have to say I am very thankful for it.