Recollections: once more please?

It felt great facing my grade one mentor again. It had been ages since I last saw her and I missed those days when I was just a six year old kid, dragging my knapsack on my way to school. It was funny as some scenes then flash on my mind.

I couldn’t remember if I had given her a hug way back then. But as I stared at her I wanted to giver her one.

She even thought I was only in my high school. And as I realized, it’s been 12 years since I first set foot on her room. It’s been a million hours ago. (Don’t try to compute… it wouldn’t result to million)

I would always stay after every class to help her clean the room although it would take hours and sometimes Mum would end up looking for me at school. However she could always find me with her, mopping the room while she packs her things.

I’d love to return to those days and sit again on my plastic desk on the second row. I’d love to write again in my grade 1 paper with all the colorful pencils and crayons on top of my desk and work on some simple math; Keeping my mouth shut when the teacher’s in front; Working on my own during exams.

I’d love to drop by the municipal office to check for my grandmother who was then working in there and play at the park after class with Kim, Sarah, Angie, Melanie, Jinky and others over again.

I’d love to catch a glimpse of those days when mum, Dad or his co-workers more often than not come to school because I was being bullied and being kissed unexpectedly on the cheek by one of my classmates.

I miss going home from school along with my brother and that he’ll wait for me during rainy days. I’d love to see us wear those shirts, shorts, raincoats and other stuffs on the same day because we didn’t care what other people would say.

I’d love to play with my buddies on the tiled floor and I’d love to mop again the room if I had to. I’d love to answer her questions, read stories and deliver some poems again; to participate in games and strive to get the price every Christmas Program. I miss the sitting arrangements during exams every grading period. I miss the way she treated me as if I was her own.

I miss those days when Mum usually surprises me with a gift because I excelled in class; and when Dad came home in the morning of our recognition program with my first play house for being number one at class for four grading periods (it’s still alive today except for the fact that I broke its window).

And within that little span of time, I felt like I’m that six year old kid again, listening to her every word. It’s not as if you feel like one everyday. I miss those days in which I get up in the morning and then think of having fun at school. Playing and doing some little work. There’s not much to think of, for I wasn’t preoccupied with random things. I guess then… it’s about school life and home. I didn’t know that there’s another world lying beyond their boundaries. There were a lot of pictures in my mind during those days; vague they may seem still I’d love to be that kid once more even though it would only be through those memories.

It’s nice to have a break from all the usual things I have always been thinking of recently. And searching the trunk I’ve had for years was a good idea. It brings a feeling of nostalgia yet you can have a good laugh at it.

~antonette

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• March 28, 2009