I was very fortunate that the people whose school in the area of Selangor got a day off today because my morning was not so quiet for once—I have Zila to accompany me. But well, I was not too fortunate because MY school was not closed today like theirs.
I was talking about my kids while finishing up with my teaching aids and materials. Then I babbled once more about my thoughts of why kids nowadays are too ‘advance’ in their ‘thinking’. They cannot wait to talk about intimate relationships, they cannot wait to talk about young adult stuffs and they sure cannot wait to say that they are not little kids anymore.
Why is this so when the people that I used to know (the older generations) even had Peter Pan syndrome? We used to wish that we were kids once more and these kids cannot wait to say that “I am too old for those stuffs”. I mean, I know you don’t wear diapers anymore but please can you wait for another few more years to talk about sex?
Come on, people even used to resort to flying on to another land for the sake of not growing up and growing old.
Kids in the old days used to have this great big imagination where they can escape to. And adulthood is something that they fear next to the adults themselves. But maybe that’s only how things go in my mind. Maybe it wasn’t that case after all. But for all I know, as for this moment, I do hope I was a kid once more.
If I could go back in time, I’d say to myself: go read plenty of children’s books and listen to scary stories from your brother and imagine it actually happening. Dig in into the comics like usual kids do and create yours once more, more than one comic!! Go to parks and play with other normal kids. Not just your siblings!
Play house. Play swords made from woods or cardboard. When mom told you about si Tanggang and that it really happened in her hometown, believe her and imagine how it was when it happened. When you read words in books or heard from your teachers’ mouth, open up your mind—big enough for a screen to fit in and transform those words into images.
Imagine you’re flying when you stand in front of a fan. Imagine that you are in a spaceship when you are jumping up and down your mom’s bed (in slow motion). Imagine that you are Dorothy when you wore those red shoes again.