Age That I Wish To Go Back To

I’ve been tagged by GJ and Woelank to write about the age that I wish to go back to and why. Before I start, lemme explain about the rules first:

Title: Age That I Wish To Go Back To

Requirement: Write about the age that you wish to go back to, and why.

Tag Mode: 5 bloggers

1st - You link 5 bloggers you want to tag and link their blogs

2nd – Let the blogger you want to tag know they been tagged by comment in their blog or etc.

Here it goes…

I wish to get back to the time when I was thirteen – I’d just entered junior high school then and puberty had started to make me feel uncomfortable. There were so many changes everywhere – I’d grown boobies, my hair had grown coarse and thick, and I started to get pimples all over my face. Needless to say I was not a very confident person back then.

So why did I want to go back to that particular age, knowing how much it tortured me? Because despite all the changes that was happening with my body, I was consistent with my own habit of drawing – every night without fail I always got my 2B pencils and papers out and just sketched stuff. I was like a hermit who knew no time; I’d draw until 2 am until I was exhausted and remembering that tomorrow was school day I had to drag myself to bed to finally be able to get up at 6 in the morning so that I wouldn’t be late for school.

But after school hours, as soon as I got home and ate my lunch, there I was, sitting in that old desk of mine, drawing stuff that I’d seen from my Japanese comics and enjoying every moment of it.

All I knew was that I liked drawing, and I couldn’t spend a day without it. I couldn’t even let a scrap paper alone until I’d drawn all over it with obscure pictures that were meaningful only to me. At the start of the year when we used to change the old calendars around the house with the new ones, I’d keep the old ones and drew stuff at the opposite pages – where the paper texture was shiny and smooth and for that particular texture alone I knew it was best to doodle on them with my black pen.

Nowadays, I rarely draw unless it’s something to do with work or when I feel like my talent is starting to deteriorate. But that is where my problem lies – for some reason, I no longer enjoy drawing like I used to. It’s hard for me to draw without thinking that it’s going to suck or that it’s not good enough – strange thoughts that never occurred to me thirteen years ago. Which saddens me to no end because drawing has been a part of who I am, and now that I don’t do it anymore, I feel like I’ve lost apart of me – that childhood in which I felt carefree and confident to do what I liked best, and not letting anyone or anything got in the way.

So yes, I do wish I could go back to that age again, to find out what is it that made me feel that way. To capture the moment when I was being myself, and enjoying the simplicity of life just by doing what I enjoyed the most; drawing.

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I’m tagging the following people for this post: Cn, Debbie, Elyani, Ivy and Toni. Go on people, do it – it’s a fun way to reminisce and for us to get to know a little bit more about yourselves