My Childhood_Md.Hadi

Hello Readers!
You're currently reading Muhammad Hadi's personal recount.
I'm 15+ this year and I was born at Kandang Kerbau Hospital
on 28 September 1993. I am half Javanese.

There are 4 members in my family.
Two caring parents, one big brother and Me of course !
At that time, we live in Bedok. My brother and me always
made chaos in the house. Sometimes my brother would
accidently broke things like flower pot, cup, plate and other
utensils. I'm very fortunate to have parents and a big brother
who cares for me because they never ever dote on me.
Unlike any other parents, my mother and father is very
understandable. They don't easily get hot-temper at
me. Instead, they would council me about the silly things
I do. I wanna share with you guys, the readers, about my father.
He's very talented in guitar and i'm very proud of him!


MY KINDERGARTEN TIMES.
1997-1998.


I considered myself a very obedient boy. I remember
how my first day at the Kindergarten feels like. On the
first day, I cried so much. I felt very insecured with a lot of
adults (teachers) looking and smiling at me. I can't bear myself
to let go of my mother when she tried to went out of my classroom
door. She said to me that if I listened to the teacher and stop
crying, she would buy me toys. So after a long consolation,
I decided to stop my tears.

One week and a half passed and I
had already made friends with the other kids.
I got two malay best friends. During our breaktime,
one of us would brought a lunchbox and we shared together.
Lessons was fun. I'm not the type of kid who irritates
others during the lesson. In fact, I was my teachers favourite.
I loved to chat with them. Sometimes when I'm feeling sorrow,
she would be there to pampered me. I loved when people
cares for me a lot.


ABOUT MY HAVEN (Bedroom)


I remember that I had a junior rocking chair,
ample of toys, my bedtime storybooks and candies wrappers? O.o
Before getting to sleep, I got this habit of going to my kitchen
and take sweets from the refrigerator. My mother would then read
for me stories like The Red Riding Hood, Jack and the Beanstalk,
The 3 Little Pigs and so on. My bed was a double-deck. The big brother
slepts on top of course.


MY EMOTIONS


I was a crybaby back then. I hate it when my big brother
getting scold by my father, toys getting confiscated if I
did a silly thing if my mother didn't talk to me etc.
One example I would like to share with you is that,
I kept looking at the mirror whenever I cried, I don't know why!

THE END

Well, thats all about my childhood. Uniquely Me.