CHILDHOOD RAMBLINGS OF THIS 20PLUS CHIC

HEY 20plus Cuties..
   Hope your day went well..
I did something today...decided to count the number of times  my folks will call me nwa mkpisi(broomstick or literally child of a stick..lol), ukwu aziza(another version of broom stick), and others that i can't say cos of how ugly they sound-and it was a total of 10...10 good times my family members reminded me of how thin i am..well..God dey sha...i'm used to it...LOL...It's now a house joke..and i only give them the best of my beautiful catwalk or sexy 'Amber Rose' pose..haha...but a small part of me is wondering why the 'fat' has refused to come even with the plenty food i consume everyday..
So all the 'thinnys' out there..take heart and love yourself like that...I've learnt to do the same..

Well, the purpose of this post is to share with you guys something i stumbled on today, while cleaning the house..Guess what?? My DIARY!  My best friend then..I called him BRYAN...I used to start every update with..'Dear Bryan'..instead of the normal 'Dear Diary'..LOL..I kept this particular one i saw, when i was in secondary school(js1-ss1 precisely)..What i saw there ehhh....chi m oo..God help me! *sighs*

Anyhow, I'm very sure I'm not the only one who kept such..girls naturally, that's our thing. We'll write about our experiences..daily or weekly..our feelings are usually penned down that way..then we'll lock it up somewhere safe, so mummy's prying eyes won't come across it..cos definitely when she sees it, the questioning starts...
Mehn, my mind was really twisted then..but I'm proud of who i am now...like i said earlier..I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who did this.
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How did my diary become my best friend?

My childhood was wonderful in it's own way..let's go rural: I didn't go to the farm everyday like some people do(best experience ever),i didn't climb trees, go to hunt animals, didn't crack kernels and eat for breakfast...i didn't do things like that...
 OK the urban life now: I didn't go for sleep overs, I didn't have girlfriends come over for sleep overs as well...I didn't go on dates either.. LOL (though this one doesn't happen always in Naija), I didn't also go for hols or visit all those beautiful places often(amusement park, zoo,etc)...
.But i know i did the following:
*cook rubbish food(using empty tin tomato as pot, sand as rice,leaves of any plant i saw)
*I sold kerosene(using water in bottles and containers..i was the buyer and the seller as well)
* act drama in front of the mirror alone(still do it now sha..especially when I'm about to go for a presentation), I'll wear mummy's clothes and shoes, then put the towel on my head as a weavon.
*have fake offices, (where I'll be the M.D writing God knows what!)
*I'll dance everyday in front of the mirror too(still do it now), i'll also model in front of the mirror
*I'll have a new hobby today and after 3 days, i lose interest in it...start writing a story, dump it afterwards.....practise on having a fine voice..discourage myself afterwards...In fact, i was WEIRD!

As a matter of fact, i was an indoor kid..I stayed mostly alone.... I had few friends...so i wrote a lot..Everything entered that book...childhood crushes...people who i didn't like..every damn thing..

While reading, i saw a place where i wrote: "Nobody understands me! I'll leave the house and go somewhere far"..Lol..thinking of it now..i remember i actually tried that...packing a bag and trying to leave..didn't work out of course....hahaha..But seriously what was i thinking? where would i have gone..and how long would i even last there?? I know I'm not the only one sha..Many of you reading this are guilty as well..*laughs*
Hmm..what about the childhood 'poppy love'(don't want to mention any name)....jeez! that one was something else..for close to three weeks, he dominated the pages of my diary..chai.. i was so in love..abi infatuated..whichever one....wonder where he is now..
The height of the whole thing is how i bothered myself day in day out over the fact that i was slim(thin) and almost all my friends and even sisters were fat(had body)..*i was foolish sha*  I also wrote that in the diary..It was one of the the things that gave me sleepless nights..Imagine!! But thanks to mummy, she did her work and made me realise i was beautiful anyway..anyhow..

There are others oo..If you want to see, meet me, I'll show you..LOL...

Now, i know it's a normal thing with growing up..you know you have different feelings..you'd feel the need to have someone to confide in..share your thoughts with,etc..for me, then, my diary helped me out..
So tell me, Did you have such friend or you had a diary like I did?
What childhood experiences do you cherish forever?
What weird/crazy/stupid thing did you do back in the day that when you remember, leaves you laughing so hard?
   These are some of mine...please DROP A COMMENT,do share yours with us sweethearts...We'd love to hear..PLEASE!!
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Love you loadsss
  *blows kisses*     *going back to read my diary*