There’s a Child is Everyone

Pardon me on this rather random topic. A thought struck me moments earlier that prompt me to pen this never before post. Perhaps, that thought faithfully brought me back to my childhood for a moment, and subsequently leading me through a imaginary journey of toys, cartoons, games and what not.

There's a Child in Everyone

I am a firm believer that there is a child in everyone. I remember when I was younger, alongside with my brother, we owned tons of toys, bought lovingly by families and relatives who doted so much on us. But, both of us were not the only ones armed with these entertainments, my mum had one too, initially. Then it grew to two and eventually to a collection of a few. And her collection, Barbie Doll.

Mummy's Favourite Toy!

At that tender age, I could not apprehend why my mother has a toy too herself. It was not when I grew up into my teens that I realized the child is her caused her to own that Barbie Doll only when she was an adult, of course, this was accompanied by a history. She was poor when she was young, and toys then were considered a luxury. By that purchase she made for herself when she was an adult, I instantly linked it to the fact on how badly she wished she had that Barbie Doll when she was younger. I remembered how sternly she warned us not to touch her toys (all because she knew how boys would strip that Barbie off her clothes and bite her hair off like a dinosaur).

Looking back now, I too realized my mother was not the only person who expressed the child in her. Even my grandpa did. I am not sure if it has anything to do with his aging condition, but he too behaves like a child at times. Perhaps, with the cycle of having being taken care of as a child by parents, to caring for his own children as a parent and eventually back to being care of as an adult by his own children and grandchildren, it is natural.

Back to the highlight of this post, I thought hard to myself in my childhood, along with my playmate and friends, I did really enjoyed my childhood, and too, unknowingly bring along those interests with me, even until today. 

Childhood - Those Carefree Days...

From Power Rangers to Digimon, from Baa Baa Black Sheep to Pokemon, you name it, I love them all. To think that I changed my CCA during my secondary school days just to ensure I get to watch my Pokemon every Saturday is enough to show just about anyhow how I love my cartoons, toys and games. Even until now.

Speak to my significant other and she will gladly tell you stories on how I chose my game over her. Even my dad can vouch those stories with a particular incident where I was playing Neopets just hours before my GCE O Level exams. Imagine the anger.

Childhood Friend/Foe

Apart from those toys and game, I must say, there would not be fun without mates. My brother was the one who ‘fought countless war’ with me in Digimon, the one who sit so closely with me during every Saturday and Sunday morning cartoon time and of course, the one who got both of us caned with fights over toys as well. Apart from him, I’m fortunate to have friends with the same interests. One person in particular of course. He know who he is. From Neopets to Pokemon to Maplestory and now, Sudden Attack. I could easily call him a virtual best friend because we seem to spend more time virtually then being out together doing anything other than gaming.

Nevertheless, it was the above mentioned moments that make me feel life has been fun so far. Like I said, till today, I still yearn to own a Pokemon plushie, I still feel excited over watching old times cartoons and definitely I would want my kids to be as happy as how their father was in the past.

Games, Toys etc may cost money, but the happiness, interests and sometimes, passion that those tangibles brings, is definitely priceless, one that only like minded people would understand, truly.

CHILDHOOD IS PRICLESS. PERIOD.