24th January 1998

I've been reading a book which inspired me to write. I was thinking of my past *flashback* and of the stupid things people told me. Especially at the sucker age, kindergarten. For instance, a classmate told me that our school used to be a cemetery. If you stepped on a crack one hundred times, the dead will rise up and get you or something like that. That scared me a lot so I was careful not to step on a single crack. Sometimes, going to reccess, kids would push me and I would land on a crack. I would go to the lunch room in a solemn way, as if death were expecting me.

Then this. Our teachers placed a stamp on us if we were good or something like that. I would hurriedly remove the stamp because my classmate told me it would suck out the blood. My mum used to pick me up after school and I would fearfully tell her that story. She would tell me it wasn't true. I was thinking, "What does she know? She hasn't been stamped yet!"

When I was in the first grade, I was still a sucker. I remember one time there was a little hole on the floor. My classmates said that if you stepped on it, a tongue will come out. To prove it wasn't true, my teacher stepped on it and a tongue didn't come out. My classmate, who was with me, says, "It doesn't appear when grown-ups stepped on it."

When I was in second grade, I was as scared as a...umm......ummmm.....who cares what I was scared as??? Anyway, I was afraid of the wind. No kidding. I was so scared of it, that even on a sunny day and there was a wind, I would close all the windows of the house. Stuff like that. And once, I faked I was sick because it was raining and I was scared to go to school because of, what else, the wind.

Now that I'm a bit older, come to think of it, aren't little kids so gullible? Now it's my turn to give the little kids the rumours....hehehehehe