You know when I was a kid I used to love running. Like, I loved running behind football, rolling in the mud, and even playing badminton. I liked rush but I wasn't the fastest child, but who cares for that at that age. I had fun caring about everything.
I vividly remember my mother always waiting for my younger sister and me to prepare some snacks before coming home. Among them were chocolates spread on sandwiches or some biscuits. There was a way to show her love, to make sure we were happy. Yes, I was always satisfied with snacks. My favorite food was always a cake; I guess you don't always have to change its taste because of it. My mother often made an utterly new type of cake.
I'm the one who likes pineapple flavor in pizza too. We were also the family that always made from scratch. My parents say they wanted to do something together and create memories, but I knew it was to save money, but somehow, I was happy. I don't think I saw any problem eating what I liked then. I wasn't educated about nutrition or healthy exercise, so I had no issues. I was very friendly with the neighbors. I always try to make sure everyone is happy and enjoying their life. It was something I liked about myself, and something my parents' friends always commented on, that I was very friendly.
A few years later, everyone my age started to live their own lives. And when I look around and realize that we don't all look the same anymore. I just now recognize that people develop in different ways. I noticed that I was changing; I was older than some of the other kids, although I wasn't the biggest in my group of friends, so I turned it off, thinking I had nothing to worry about. I don't enjoy running anymore; it's hard for me. People are much faster than me, and now we no longer compete for the most immediate. Someone makes a backhand comment about how I'm running with a person on my back.
As I begin to realize that with age comes more and more judgments, people my age can now think of such horrible words. But that's right, and I can still go home and enjoy those foods my mom undoubtedly prepares for me.
But I was shocked when I returned home to find that my mom had nothing for me. "It's best to wait until dinner," she said. I went to bed that night and couldn't think enough of what my mom had said.
These feelings have never left or changed over time. Instead, they became an inspiration. I move forward with them every day. And I use them to make sure I'm happy. Because no matter how much I have punished or deprived myself. I would always see a kid older than all the other kids.
