The shower thought sensation hit me really hard today. I remembered a long time ago, my early childhood days and the kind of talent I used to exhibit then. It felt like I could do a whole bunch of things. So, I am going to reminisce about them all in writing, knowing fully well that I am not alone in this situation, let’s take a walk.
I remember one of my earliest gifts. I was really an outspoken child, I talked a whole lot as a kid. I remember keeping tabs on places my mum will take me to, the things I ate, what I learnt in school, who had hurt me or made me laugh. My parents will also tell me how good I was with talking, making recitations and all of that. Now? I only talk when I deem it necessary or when I am with my people. In a foreign environment, I’m mute as can be, almost so that it makes some people uncomfortable.
I had real good drawing skills, oh, I drew everything and everywhere. I drew so much that I found out the kind of drawing I was really good at and the kind I sucked at as a kid. I focused more on still life, landscape, sketches and line drawing. I was so good at it that my classmates recognized me for it and asked for my help with it in school work. Now? I don’t draw anymore, I don’t even know what happened. Maybe I got busy, or my drawing didn’t go anywhere. I may not have seen any routes to take with this talent, parental dissuasion too played a major role.
I loved reading and writing all my life, I still do. It’s right there in my about. I started reading really early. My parents always got me textbooks, novels and anything readable. I read those, accompanied by my dictionary for any tough words. I even had an idiom dictionary to boot. I started my writing by copying other authors. I’ll craft a little DIY notebook, draw on the cover with the name of the novel, then copy the original, word for word into my own notebook.
I did this for a lot of books, then after a while I got tired of copying and decided to write mine. I don’t remember exactly my first work or even my tenth one, but I wrote a whole lot. My holidays were spent writing, drawing and playing with my sister. I didn’t do much outside these. Now? Well, I still write, but it took me a while to start up again after I stopped in the past. My uncle had promised to sponsor my work and publish it, but none of that happened and I guess I just packed my tools and started something else.
After I had stopped writing, I found another passion in construction and a little bit of engineering. I built houses with cardboard, wired it and lit it up. I fixed all kinds of spoiled gadgets in our house, like flashlights, extensions, water boilers, anything electrical at all. Heck, I even had a tool box with all kinds of parts from spoilt gadgets, tools and whatnot. It was a whole thing, but then again, I dropped it after a while and focused on something else. Now? I can still fix things, but I don’t bother anymore.
We all had a plethora of talents we exhibited when we were younger, which do we still do? Take a minute to reminisce about those times as I have today.
The Penitself!