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 12^th 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