Childhood memories
So today me and my cousin are under the same roof so I just decided to write a blog because my father just keeps forcing me to and I have no other choice because he just keeps cutting off the internet off for absolutely everyone and my sister keeps nudging me to write a blog so that she can get internet.
And now he forced my poor little cousin to write a review of a book he read (btw he reads a ton of books) and he's like, "ok" but I know he looks like he's dying on the inside.
Now for the most part I
was absolutely bored until my cousin came cause I had no one else to play with
me (my sister is in 12th now and she might or might not have a lot
to learn). Now I planned to write the blog along with my cousin but the second
paragraph happened just now and I think that we are gonna get absolutely
wrecked because my father told us that he wanted us to do a 10 min work after
we finish.
Now getting
straight to the point of the blog the thing I wanted to write about experiences
in my childhood that I think are kind of funny I guess?
AND BEFORE
THAT BLOGGERS ABSOLUTELY MESSED UP.
Now I will get
to the stories in like 2 paragraphs but suddenly writing in blogger is just
messed up now like if you set the mode to paragraph and you press enter IT
LITERALLY WRITES OVER THE PREVIOUS LINE YO WATTTTTTTTTTTTT.
Now mostly
writing a blog is just like pain for me because I only write in paragraph
format and it also resets the font and the size everytime and this just makes
me so angry like you have just hold enter like for 10 seconds and then you have
to just use the down arrow for the entire rest and it annoys me a lot.
Now straight
to the point.
CHILDHOOD
MEMORIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I have a
bunch of smol childhood memories but the one I remember the most and have
dreams about is DA CROCODILE. So basically we once went to a zoo when I was
like 3 with my aunt, uncle, cousin on my father's side and I remember this one
scenery when my uncle was lifting me over the bridge and he showed me what was
under it and I was like, waaa??? CROCODILEEEEEEEEEEEE. And then basically my
uncle made fun of me for 3 more years for that one incident.
After that one
incident I had a ton of dreams just like involving crocodiles specifically and
it just annoys me a lot because when I was small I thought that crocodiles were
small friendly creatures who would just live in harmony with humans and that’s
it.
Now I remember
a lot of incidents that just happens along with food because I just have tongue
memory or something I think but the only thing that happened with food that I
did not remember was the day when I hated ice cream AND got motion sickness. (Disclaimer:
The following goes according to the incidents told by my mother. I am not
responsible for any changes in the actual story) So one day we went on a trip
to a hill station and when we were coming back I vomited because I had ate Ice
cream right before I jumped into the car.
And that’s it
folks, that’s the story of how I got wrecked by Ice cream to get motion
sickness.
Now back to
the things that I actually remember is the time when I went to my father’s
workplace (when he had a proper job) which is also a mall. I went there because
my grandmother (who lived like 50 miles away from me at that time) had a stroke
and my mother went to take care of her. So when I was in my father’s workplace
(They have like 10 sofas for guests) and then one random lady just jumps out of
nowhere and just goes, “Wait a minute, WHO ARE YOU?” And then I just tell her
that I am that dude’s son and she goes, “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” and then she
kidnaps me and takes me to her office (the place is separated into a ton of
different offices) and then she proceeds to open MS Word and then instantly
leave me there. Now after I was kidnapped and then just left there, I was
contemplating whether to mess with that computer or not. Now normally I don’t
touch other people’s stuff but this time it looked so different like it was
mine or something. Then right as that random lady comes back I see my father
walking around the office and I’m like, “I’m outta here”.
So I just
basically escaped a kidnapping in real life, just don’t know how.
Now I cant
write a bunch of other stuff but I feel tired bro I just wrote for an hour or something.
So guys do you
want Childhood memories part-2?
But for now I
don’t care cuz PUBLISH BUTTON WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
