STORY TIME 💬
All these leaf paintings remind me of a particular incident related to someone.
Someone who is 7 years of age.
Someone from a small village.
Someone small, cheeky, and adventurous.
Someone by the name Bob.
And she is me.
Now don't be too surprised. I've always referred to her as a Bob; not because, astaghfirullah, I was confused with my gender. But, because I just like the name Bob.
Anyhuu, one fine day Bob was seeking for a new adventure. It was a weekend. Everyone else was busy resting; she on the other hand wanted to do something fun.
She was in her bedroom staring at the window; watching cars and motorcycles pass by. But then something caught her eye. Quickly bolting out of her room, she opened the front door, wore her slippers and ran outside.
Not far off from the front yard, in all its glory; stood a perfectly good tree that had branches short enough for a 7 year old girl to climb. I do not remember what tree it was. It was either mango or jack fruit. But I remember it was so easy to climb.
So Bob was climbing pretty high up. And decided to rest on top of one of the branches. Peering down, she checked on how her 6 year old sister was doing—she was fine. Infact, she was having a great time dangling her legs while sitting on a branch.
Sadly, the adventure was short lived. Because Bob thought she saw a snake; so she lost her footing, and fell on her back.
She dared not to breathe. And most definitely dared not to cry— she had an audience. She did not want to embarrass herself any further; so she just stared into the sky instead.
She got an earful from her mom that day.
But you would think she learned her lesson? No.
Did you think her parents would do something about it? Yes.
They cut off the lower branches —but then there's Bob; lowkey dragging her grandma's stool and using it to lift her up.
Hence, Bob continued swinging on the branches until the next new adventure comes her way.
Do you have similar experiences like Bob? 😂