As I reflect on my childhood and think back through the ages, I can't help but picture how different life was then and how much simpler it was for me as a child who didn't have to do such things to get what I needed. But as I consider those, I also consider some of my silly and stupid attitudes, and I can't help but laugh at my own dumbness.
This write-up contains a real-life story of my childhood experiences, so brace yourself because this will most likely crack you up, being a scenario that makes me laugh at my own dumbness as I reminisce on those past events and the things I did then.
I can remember during my childhood days, I was always excited when I got to have a family member visit us, especially alongside their kids who were of my age. In such situations, I tend to be extremely playful, but prior to Thier coming, it was most difficult since I wasn't allowed to play outside with other kids in the neighborhood.
We therefore experienced such days, and I engaged in extreme play with the children of our guests as if my life depends on it. Hehehe you won't be able to hold it against me; children are inherently lively, and if you try to stop them from being so, they might go overboard anytime they have the chance. During our play, nothing noteworthy occurred, but around midnight, something unusual occurred, and I'm still baffled as to how it was ever possible.
When it got dark, we all went to bed to go to sleep, and I did the same as everyone else, but I woke up to the spark of a hard slap to the face. Now that I'm awake and fully aware of my surroundings, I can't help but wonder what brought us to the next street in the middle of the night, how we got there, and why I was slapped or shouted at until I catch a peek at what I did via their discussion.
As a result of that conversation, I realized that I had actually crossed a busy road while sleepwalking to get to the next street from our house. I don't know how I managed it, but I managed to cross the road safely and arrive at my destination. What made the incident humorous was what initially caused me to sleepwalk to that location.
It so happened that earlier, when I was busy playing with my peer groups, my uncle sent me to the next street to help him buy bread and beans, and for whatever reason I forgot about the errands he sent me. However, it seems that during my sleep, my brain remembered that, and that triggers the reason why I sleepwalk to that specific store in the middle of the night.
After hearing many voices, the store's owner—who also happens to live nearby—came out and claimed to have heard me mention buying bread and beans for the last hour, but she said she was too terrified to leave since she wasn't sure whether it was a ghost speaking.
On the other hand, my relatives and the neighbors who accompanied them claimed to have been looking for me for about an hour. When their search proved fruitless after they checked the house's surroundings, they summoned the neighbors to assist in organizing a search party to search for me.
I stood in the middle of everyone while these conversations were taking place, confused and doubtful of the veracity of all of their allegations that I had sleepwalked there. I was forced to believe because, well, I can't just say that over 20 grownups made up a falsehood in the middle of the night to show how stupid I was.
That's one of the most remarkable days of my life, which I won't be forgetting anytime soon. Aside from the event itself, my story spread out to the entire neighborhood, and before you knew it, everyone started addressing me as a sleepwalker.
Thanks for your time, this article was inspired by a topic in the Hive Learners community that asks us to write about a true life story that pertains to our own lives. I hope you enjoyed reading through mine; check out Kronia's post to read the full details of the topic.
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