Written by TheChoujinVirus
Hi everyone, Happy Friday and it’s ya boy again.
First off, we got ourselves a bit of announcement: We got ourselves a twitch stream and channel set-up. If you’re curious of the schedule. Here’s the schedule
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday starting at 5pm. And on Friday starting at 8pm (both PST.) So if you’re curious in seeing ya boy doing some gaming, go right ahead and take a peek.
And another thing, today’s writing a piece of work I’ve had to do for my English Writing class. Something that tells a bit of my actual childhood. So with that, sit back, relax and enjoy this piece of work.
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Don’t this at home,” these sage words have always been something everyone has heard throughout their entire lives. It’s to ensure that nobody does something stupid just because they saw something on T.V. How did this happen to me? Did I copy a stunt that got me hurt? Did it see something that resulted in damage to the house? Well then, let’s start this whole story from the start.
In 1994, when I was just a wee little tyke of five years old, I used to watch a child’s show called Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends, a show that I’m sure you’re familiar with and doesn’t need any introduction. I used to watch it with my mother and bought small diecast models of the characters and cars. I remembered playing on the floor with those toys, doing some reenactments of the episodes I’ve seen. Sometimes it would be inside the house and sometimes outside. As a child, everywhere was a potential story, and I loved it that way so. However, one day, I watched an episode of the show, and it gave me an idea that, looking back, made me wonder why I thought it was a good idea.
I just watched an episode of Thomas. The titular protagonist finds himself crashing into a snowdrift and cannot escape because of it. A tractor named Terrence rescues Thomas from the snowdrift, and the both of them have a happy ending and a moral lesson. I thought it was a fun episode that I wanted to reenact for a while with my toys. The issue was that it was hard for me to find something close to snow. A five-year-old’s imagination can only go so far with sand, rocks, and even lego blocks. None of which fit that snowy look that I was looking for. Then in one sudden moment, I remembered one thing that was even remotely close to snow: flour.
My child-like imagination clicked that last part one morning as I walked into the kitchen and carried off with a large container of flour to my play area. It was heavy for me, as I had to find a way to hold it, but I somehow managed to move and carry it off. The next part was then pouring it into a pile, and the rest played on its own. I could reenact the entire scene as I crash my diecast toys into it, as though the flour pile was a real snowdrift the trains were stuck in. It was oh so fun, and I had the best playtime of my life until my mother and grandmother walked into the room. I remembered hearing one of them yelling, “WHY IS THERE FLOUR ON THE FLOOR?”
When a child hears their full name said all at once, that means one fudged up big time and that they’re going to get a whupping; however, I resorted to saying these words that any child would say when caught in this kind of situation:
“But I saw it on Thomas the Tank Engine.”
Those particular words that came out of my mouth did something different that I never anticipated. Instead of receiving a spanking, my mother began to laugh as this revelation was the funniest thing she’s ever heard before. I took the flour and spilled it on the floor so I could be able to reenact that one scene I saw on Thomas. However, my grandmother wasn’t too fond of it as she had to clean up the mess that I created. Not only that but I basically wasted the entire supply of flour so she had to buy new flour to replace that. Like the character in my show, I learned a valuable lesson that day about wanting to copy what I see.
Looking back at it now, I had to admit it was a funny but stupid moment of my life. Though I also take it easy on myself since I was a child and I didn’t know any better. Years afterward, I never copied that stunt ever again, and over time, I outgrew that part of my childhood. I still have the diecasts as mementos of my childhood. Also, they’re pretty rare as most of them are now just plastics or wooden stuff so I couldn’t bear to donate them today. I do recollect that moment of her laughing at my stunt; both my grandmother and I reminisce with that, one of the better memories of my mother as she’s no longer here. However, on the subject of what happened to my mother? Well, that’s a story for another time.
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