Pathetically lonely I have become. Lol. I was lying on my bed thinking about my life.

My first memory.. Or the very first event(I assume, can never be sure of that) that I can remember after I was born was my arse getting smacked by my mom when I was climbing up a ladder in the playground.. thingy (the structure in the playground that is made out of slides, hanging things and ladders) I can still remember that ladder was yellow in color and is curved where the end of the ladder is flatten out.. Maybe I can describe better by drawing a picture... Pictures, annoying(while quite nostalgic) noises-children-made-while-playing-in-playground, and a sudden pain in my bottoms is the only thing that exist in that memory anyway. Not thoughts or words that describe.

Impressed? Nah, don't be jealous of my talent. I am a natural artist.

I don't remember when it was, but it was after I moved into this current house that I am living in right now (which I have been staying here for almost 20 years)

I don't know exactly when, but I started climbing on the cage.. thingy just outside the main door. I will upload a drawing later if you don't get the picture. I am always better at expressing things in pictures rather than words. I guess everyone is, since the brain is built to store what we can sense with our.. erm... senses, not words or chemical equations or Java syntaxes. I always look outside and wonder what's everything. My first memory of my aunt was her telling me what are those colorful things that kept zooming past outside the house.

"Car car," she says.

"Car.. car?" I followed.

"Very clever!"

I was flattered. I don't think I can fully understand what that means at the time, but I am pretty sure it means I am good or something. I always think I am good. My parents always tell me I am the best. They praise me for everything I do. I love it when they tell me how clever I was. I thought I must be a genius or something. Or at least, something special, as the only persons I ever knew was my parents, my grandma, my aunt, and other kids at the playground. Yes, I am special.

Here is a picture of my house and the cage thingy.

I decided not to color it in case any of you thinks I'm showing off my skills. 

I added labels on the already perfect and realistic picture because I want to make it neater.. Sort of.

You make friends easily when you are a kid. We try to talk to each other by ended up mumbling to each other all the time. I remember that I always meet new people, and play with them, and say good bye. We always get so close with each other in that very short period of time, but we almost never meet each other again after that few hours we spent together. Now to think about it, I wonder why is there so many kids out there in that tiny playground. Perhaps I just forget who is who afterwards, and see each other again like we never met before.

TBC imma go sleep got class. Waste inspiration sial.