Daily Prompt: Shake it Upby Krista on February 24, 2014
You’re 12 years old. It’s your birthday. Write for ten minutes on that memory.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us RECKLESS.
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Ten minutes of reflection, going back some thirty years ago. Wow that makes me feel antique now.
As usual for the last two years since I was in primary five, I had been sitting at the last row or the last but one row of the class. When we were in primary three, teacher often measured our height and I was like about four feet six inches then and when I was twelve years old (Primary Six) I think I had almost reached my full height. Today I believed I still stand at five feet four inches if I had not strunk yet.
I cannot recall having birthday parties earlier than twelve years old. I guess we did not have any celebration then but when I was twelve or thirteen, my aunt made me a new dress and we invited a few of my classmates round and I had a round cake with maybe twelve or thirteen candles and that afternoon was so special to me. I can still recall the dress I wore, puffed sleeves and flowery dress with a ribbon tied behind.
So sweet and innocent, a twelve year old of yesteryear wishing she was a grown up woman so could wear make-up, dress up, wear heels and work in an office. Those were in the days where the radio was playing in the background with the Osmond Brothers singing ‘Puppy Love.’