school

i actually miss being a little kid. hardly caring about how i looked and the perceptions people had towards me. or about how i behaved, spoke or the way i laughed.
i miss being a messy little kid, running around and giggling like a maniac.
nothing to worry about, carefree and happy.
i must've looked funny way back then, all squinty eyed. chinese-like.

i miss going to school late, 9 a.m. to be exact, returning from school at 12p.m. i was in kindergarten then, dear.
as soon as i reached home, i'd run towards the brown sofa and grab the remote. flipping channels until i found my all-time favorite television show; Sesame Street. Elmo, Big Bird, Cookie Monster, Grover, Ernie, Bert and Snuffy.
i was never ever bored of that show. watching it all alone never seemed to bother me.
mom was upstairs. brother and sister were still at school. dad was at work.
silence was my only companion.

as i got bigger, going to school at 9 a.m. and coming back at 3 p.m. was hard to get used to. i hardly wanted to go home. always the last person to leave the classroom, as mrs. matthews said once.