My days in primary school were awesome! Life back then was
simple and peaceful. My days started from getting up to school, coming back,
and spending the rest of the afternoon at the backyard, most of the time,
ALONE. There was a large, empty room at the back of my house. There were large
windows and the doors were wide opened to let light and air in.
There was an
old mattress on the floor. Normally, I jumped, recited poems, sang, drew,
painted, and read on that mattress. I love painting, drawing and reciting poems
and I frequently practiced it because Sros (the first-place student and my best
friend) always got the highest marks; I didn’t know anything about innate
talent, so I only thought that if she could do it, so could I. My effort paid
off—I received the highest score on drawing and painting in monthly test. I was
over the moon!
I like doing business since I was a child; the idea of
selling and buying has existed since I was about six years old. I would make
small cookies from the earth and store it to sell to my imaginary customers. I also
collected a type of plant and mashed and squeezed leaves together to get the
sticky liquid (the liquid was mixed with detergent will become a solution that
can produce small bubbles when it is blown). I put the liquid in one large jar
and put the small clay cookies in another. I hid them at the back of the
patients’ toilets (my dad separated the patients’ toilets from the household’s).
One day, my dad discovered the jars, he threw it all away. I didn’t know about
it until I came from school. He said the jars were the mosquitoes’ shelters
because there were no lids. I was terribly upset.
Since I had classes to attend, I didn’t visit my
grandparents often. But once in a year, I would spend a few nights with my
grandparents at my great granny’s. My grandparents would ride a motorbike to
pick me up and we would continue the 30-km journey together. I would cry my
eyes out on the last day of the trip, but my grandma didn’t know; I cried only
after she felt asleep.
At school, I had many friends. We played hide and seek,
jumped rope, and studied together. We always had extra class, but I was the one
who went home late, and I was the one who did the exercise and from time to
time glanced at my friends who were happily jumping the rope. Usually, whenever
the extra class finished, there is a respected, old man, dad’s former landlord, who would always call me to do the mathematics; he explained and
asked me questions. He taught me for free.
---to be continued---
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