once upon a junk drawer

I was loking for my birth certificate today in my junk drawer, and as always happens when I’m looking for something in there, I became distracted by everything else I came across. Old photos, letters and other little tidbits like kinder surprise toys (sooo fun!) But I came across my creative writing books from Primary School. My oh my what a journey back in time that was.

I wrote such morbid stories. Filled with a lot of death, lonliness. The characters tended to be outcasts or "weirdos" which is odd, because I had a fairly happy childhood, and never felt like a social outcast.

I found a story I must’ve only written shortly after my grandfather died. Quite blunt, and harsh for an 8 year old. Denouncing God and the evils of the world (as best as an 8 year old could.) I remember that day though, because this little prick was dancing around me with a cardboard cut out of a skeleton claiming that this is what my grandfather was now. He was probably right.

My grandfather story pales in comparison to the one I wrote the day I found out my best friend Adele died. How it wasn’t fair, and she’s just a kid, and she was going to be a writer, and how I wish aforementioned little prick died instead of her. (I really hated that kid..)

I made some rather bold claims as a child. That we should "blow up China and turn it into chocolate", that "its ok to steal, as long as it’s because you really have to or you’re going to be like Robin Hood" and that "people who can only write with one hand must be stupid!" (being ambidexterous, I always thought I was superior to everyone else.)

All through the back of my books, the word fuck is scribbled frantically. I had a horrible fascination with that word as a child, only because nobody would give me a straight answer about it’s meaning. The word was taboo and thus it became shrouded in mystery and intrigue to me.

Sex was also highly interesting to me as a child. I was so guarded from the "naughty scenes" in movies by my parents, yet was always present when my teenage cousins were discussing their sex lives. People usually always kissed in my stories, and i’d go into extreme detail when it came to the pre-kiss build up.

Odd ball little child I was.