I was nine years old when we moved to the big city. Where I met new classmates, rowdy boys who didn’t brush their teeth. While the girls are starting to act like little ladies, I knew it because one of the girls made a comment on my short skirt.
When I was ten years old, my teacher picked me together with another classmate to do the Hawaiian dance. I didn’t like it, swaying my hips to and fro, with my hands and fingers in the air looks like a seduction scene. I knew I’ll be eliminated because I deliberately made my body stiff while dancing. I remember accidentally cheating in one of the quizzes. As I put my paper on the teachers table, I saw the answers laying down on her table (was it an accident or was I tested?) there was one item I didn’t know, when I saw the answer I copied it on my paper.
i was eleven years old when I get invited by my aunt to stay in their big house on summer vacation when there’s no school. I remember all the fairly tale books that I would read while I was there. How I love feeling those shiny, colorful and thick pages of paper as I flip the pages on my fingers, while I learn about stories of prince and princesses who lived happily ever after.
When I was twelve years old, I remember this guy liking me according to my classmate. But he never talked to me. Everyday we went the same road going home but he never approached me. When I was twelve years old, I remember being picked to play volleyball. A game I never knew. We went to play with other schools they call intramurals. We lost.
i was thirteen years old when I had my period, another term for mentruation, when my mother told me to jump three steps in our stairs so my period stops on the third day. Although I don’t think I jumped three steps, i was scared.
At thirteen years old, I would remember walking home from school because public vehicles were on strike, we would have fun walking for kilometers until we reached our own houses.
One day when I was fourteen years old, another classmate approached me, telling me about how another classmate had a crush on me. Everyday we take the same road and same bus, he never approached me. But he was not the same guy when I was twelve years old who never approached me.
When I was fifteen years old, I still don’t have a boyfriend. I remember reading a lot of pocketbooks that I borrowed from my neighbors. in the summer time I was selling halo halo, a mixture of sweetened fruit, with shaved ice on top, cream and sugar. I remember how easy it is to make money.
I was sixteen when I stayed overnight at a classmates house, we had a party. That was our farewell get together as we left for college. And I still don’t have a boyfriend.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Early Years.”