The World According To Me

My mum tells the story of when I was little, and my parents were still together (so pre-4 years old) when I was playing in the red-dirt backyard of our Port Headland home. Mum and Dad were in the kitchen and they looked outside through the window to see me singing earnestly into the electrics plug of our trailer, putting on my own 'concert' to an imaginary audience. For the record, it was Stevie Wonder's "I just called to say to I love you". I don't recall this specifically, but as I have dramatic tendencies and love an audience in my adult life, I don't find it hard to believe.

I am technically an only child and had to find ways to entertain myself throughout my early childhood, until the first of the plethora of half-siblings were born, when I was nine years old. I do recall putting on a lot of 'cooking shows' to my audience of one (a black Labrador called Zoe, who would sit patiently and watch as I 'created' dishes comprising of grass, sticks and mud) and I always dreamed of having loads of tiny glass bowls when I was grown up and cooking real things. You know how on real cooking shows all of the ingredients are lined up in little glass bowls just ready to be added to the mix? In truth, I would still like a set of little glass bowls, and I vow to purchase them one day. Also, embarrassingly, sometimes when I am cooking (by myself) I will still commentate as though I have my own show, explaining to the audience about the importance of creaming butter and sugar properly. I'm sure Lucy finds it informative….

So there's my revelation for the day. Was anyone else particularly weird as a child?

# posted by Kymmy : 3:17 pm