Longest Years of my Life

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I’ve always thought about writing a piece about all of my mistakes, hoping it will inspire someone to take a risk or learn something. One thing that I’ve realized is that a lot of the craziest things happened when I was ten years old or younger. A lot of my – now matured – characteristics were developed during those years. When I was younger, I never had reservations about my choices – like most children. As a child, I didn’t understand the concept of inspiring or teaching someone else or myself. I have recently re-evaluated a lot of my fondest memories as a child (some good, some bad), and now I sort of understand why I am the way I am.

When I was younger, I tried to retrieve independence by making dangerous decisions. At the age of eight years old, I got lost at the beach, merely because I wanted to find someone by myself. I remember that when I was ten years old, I would spontaneously leave my math classroom. It wasn’t because I didn’t enjoy the subject; it’s just, I needed a “break.” I remember telling my teacher that I needed to go to the bathroom and then I’d sneak out the back door of the middle school building. My math classroom had windows that were never clothed with blinds. When I’d approach the windows, I’d lean down and run past them. I laugh at that now, since, my teacher more than likely saw me. But now it makes me wonder why she never confronted me about it? Maybe she thought I’d get¬†embarrassed? During these excursions, I’d always visit the library. Since I was younger, I have always enjoyed the aroma of a book store or an office supplies store. I can’t get enough of the aroma of recently unwrapped plastic or the gust of air that floats out of a book when you first open it. Maybe that’s why I have found my passion in writing. I have no idea.

I feel like there are so many great stories from childhood (anyone’s childhood). Childhood is the foundation of the hundred-story house that is our lifespan. Whether it is something you are ashamed or proud of, remember that staying a kid-at-heart is what will keep you adventurous! As we get older or wiser, we are still learning; we are still making mistakes; we are still running away from growing old. Don’t be afraid to visit the foundation of your life. Don’t lie – you know that you’ve always been a fan of renovated basements. Whenever you assess your childhood, think of it as if you’re making a simple renovation (adding a TV here, placing a couch here).

Don’t be afraid to dream & never be embarrassed of who you are and where you started.

– Dahv

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