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I’m probably going to do spin-off stories of how I perceive my world. Just a way to exercise my creative conscious.
When I was 1 year old. I opened my eyes for the first time. The first thing I saw were my nubby fingers. How curious was I to question how exactly my fingers were moving the way I thought them to. I had no understanding of bones, joints, or even skin.
Year 2: I tasted chocolate for the first time. The gritty texture made it difficult to move my tongue around and sure enough consuming too much stung my throat. I didn’t understand why something so good could cause such discomfort.
Year 3: I took my first steps. Yes getting from one place to another was much quicker now. Again, I looked at my toes and questioned how they were functioning. I thought clothes were a part of my exoskeleton and questioned why I had to change them so often.
Year 4: One of my first few experiences of fear. I drowned for the first time in an 8ft pool. I couldn’t understand why the water that quenched my thirst and gave me life could be so cruel to blind me, suffocate me, and trap me within suspended motion.
Year 5: I moved into a new home. I had no idea what a garage was. What was it for. I didn’t know cars could have a home too. I always saw them on the streets.
Year 6: I started school. There were other humans that were my height! We were all dressed exactly the same. Such an interesting day to discover that there were more of my kind.
Year 7: I left that school. This time a new set of humans my height. We were let loose in a gated space like farm animals that have been granted liberty.
Year 8: I moved cities. We lived underground. Our rooms were so cold. I always had nightmares because of how often violence was talked about among the grown-ups. I never saw my parents until 8pm at night. I had so many care takers because my parents just weren’t around.
Year 9: I started to walk to school alone. School wasn’t that far away. There were 2 big hills I had to get past. I was exhausted after school, but I still had to do homework or else I would get yelled at. Being sick wasn’t an excuse to not go to school. I went sick sometimes.
Year 10: I slipped on a water balloon and injured my ribs. I lost my breath and felt immense pain. Struggled to breathe for a few seconds and got up. Nothing was broken. I chased after my friends.
Year 11: We went on a field trip to the beach. I ate too much hot cheetoes and threw up. All the other kids got scared because they thought I threw up blood.
Year 12: My school closed down. The wealthy bought the school and opened a new one. An academy my family could not afford. I said bye to my friends. I moved cities. I met humans I remembered from earlier, this time they were taller. We were all taller I guess.
Year 13: I always wore my fleece jacket through out the year. I did not like my body image. I got a bike. I could meet my friends now. We would always bike around the city.
Year 14: I finished middle school with academic excellence and achieved the principles award for maintaining honors through out all 3 years. I thought that paper would make my parents happy. The joy lasted one week.
Year 15: Highschool. I’ve never met so many people before. We were all weird. I fell in ‘love’ for the first time. Maintained a 4.0, but still made dumb choices.
Year 16: I tried sports just so I could spend less time at home. I was not physically strong. Exhaustion consumed me and I went to the hospital for the first time because of overexertion and malnutrition.
Year 17: Fuck highschool, I dropped out.
Year 18: I started college. Had no idea what I wanted to do. Pursued conputer science bc family thought it would be ‘good’ money. I suck at math. Also got my first job because I walked in and asked if they were hiring. Made my first college friend.
I’m not done with college yet, so I’m not going to bother finishing this thread.
