Tag: Childhood

Do without..

I was going to write today why I hate the Lion king and why I have sworn never to watch Bambi ever again….

Seemed like such a childish thing to write about….

Thank you Disney for scarring me for Life….

I don’t think I will ever forgive you for killing Mufasa  or Bambi’s mother……now my hands tremble when I walk by the video store and I see cut outs of the Lion king…..Oh how could you?

Thanks to you I never did complete my Bambi coloring book which was drenched half the time with a certain 5 year old tears….Damn you Disney! Damn you!

The Loneliness ~ Babyface

But The Lion King reminds me of a special detail of my childhood….

It reminds me of a little boy I used to know…

The boy who owned The lion king movie….I used to think he was so much like Simba…..royal and a little sad…..

I remember he went through a phase of eating with his left hand…..He loved the The Adams Family….while I loathed Wednesday….He was always so bright-eyed and ready for school, while I hated waking up at dawn and the fact we had to wear a uniform,,

He was barely 11 while he walked around like he was 20, and I was secretly so proud of him as my friend…..he was always gentle to animals and loved his fishes…. a clown who made Sophie and me laugh all the time….he always spoke to us and treated us if we were Princesses…..

His eyes had a secret….that I thought only I could see…….a secret that he never did tell me…..

I don’t remember how we first met…..but I know we will never forget him….because I know our childhood would have never been the same without him….

“So tell me how you feel
Are you for real ?”

Empty Shores…

Center Of Attention ~ Jackson Waters

“You want your independence
But you wont let me let you go
You wanna test the waters
And leave it on the empty shores”

Sometimes I miss the sound of thunder..

I stayed wide awake in the eerie hours of the morning..

I remembered a story I heard from my grandma

Vaguely..

About this little boy who discovered a hole in a dam and how he stayed up all night trying to stop the water…

They found him dead the next morning…

Later they discovered he had saved the town…

He was a hero…

I don’t remember my reaction…

It was a sad story.,

Reminds me of the little match girl in many ways….

I miss the sound of thunder….

I miss a home that seems just too far today….

Being brave does not mean you are without fear…..

It means you did not let fear stop you….


The Lake

Beautiful I have this fascination with lakes…..

They remind of  life that is  pure, dreamy and whimsical……….

The Swan Lake ~ Tchaikovsky

My personal favorite….

A Masterpiece in my books……

This piece is so beautiful that it brings out the child in me… Powerful music nonetheless……and I never get tired of it…

As a child I remember having a key ring which had a tiny music box attached to it…I don’t remember the tune on it….but I know I loved it……it belonged to my Aunt……I bet she doesn’t remember ever having one…

You could turn the little copper key and it made a beautiful sound that would fascinate this child for hours….How I wish I could remember the tune …..I hate and regret the  fact I lost something, that I know now I would have cherished……A piece of my childhood ……. fragment of  my memory…….

I  still collect music boxes…..as an act of repentance……I have a couple…. and I know I could never trade them for anything in this world….

My friend sent her mum something like a music box….. I remember the tune distinctly it had the swan lake on it……. it was beautiful…………how badly I wished I had it…..

I have searched in vain for that swan lake music box……..yet to find one….

I still walk around market places searching quaint little second-hand shops in the hope that one day I will find a swan lake music box ….

One day……..