Lost Childhood

            While other children are happily playing in the field, I was happily watching them in our house. While other children are learning to cross the streets, I was learning how to read. While other children are watching cartoon movies, I was stuffing my head with all the necessary information about science. While other children are happily dancing in the rain, I was trying hard to learn etiquettes. While other children are cheerfully playing with their playmates, I was talking with someone 50 years older than me.

            At the age of 8 I have been curious about glaciers and the solar system. I was often not allowed to go out of our house or else a great punishment will be waiting for me. My parents said that playing is a waste of time. But my childhood was not very damage. I can still identify who those famous cartoon characters were. I have read fairytale stories on my own. And I listened to nursery rhymes. Although toys and wandering around never trended during my time, I knew that I just spent my childhood in a unique way.

            Memories just won’t stop bothering me. Sometimes I can’t help but to envy other people who have spent their childhood very well. I feel troubled about what will I tell to my future children about my childhood. I was not close to my parents. I was not close to my cousins. I never had a long time playmate. I was trained to be independent. Often times I wonder why my parents allowed my younger siblings to do the things they never allowed me to do when I was a kid. But I just turn around and tell myself that maybe when they saw me growing they’ve realized that I was never happy. Today, I’m just glad that my siblings never experienced the things I had during my childhood. It really made a difference.

            I can understand my parents about their protectiveness since I’m the eldest. But I just can’t stop myself to ask, what if my parents allowed me to do the things I’ve never done when I was a child, what kind of blog will I write about my childhood? Answers remained uncertain. But one thing is for sure, I’m contented with my life today. I may not have enjoyed much of my childhood but life never ends after that. I have discovered many things and I’m very eager to unravel some more. It may be too late to enjoy my childhood but it’s never too late to have my life.