So, Tell Me About Your Childhood

Before there was alcohol...before there was nicotine...at an era where tripping and throwing up beer along with yesterday's dinner was unheard of...there was a time when I was innocent and entertainment had no direct relations with my (pathetic) bank account. These were the years when I thought Michael Jackson was cool and Moonwalking was the way to travel from point A to point B. These were the years where I sought amusement through imagination and madness. These were the years where...

I would take a clothes hanger, clasp it between my palms and spin it above my head;
I was a helicopter.

I would take a small ruler, shout "Thunder, thunder, thundercats", throw the little ruler away and quickly replace it with a longer ruler (which I have ready in my right hand), point it in the air and shout, "HOOOO!"
I was Lion-O, Lord Of The Thundercats.
NOTE: Nowadays, if I shout "HOOOO!", I'm probably addressing you.

I would take a blank excercise book, draw buttons and miniature screens in the pages, carry the book around in my satchel, and talk to my watch;
I was Penny, Inspector Gadget's niece and assistant.

I would crawl under my bed and hide underneath for hours, sometimes even falling asleep in there;
I was the monster who lives under the bed.

I would sit at the loft in my house, occasionally making a slow descent down the stairs to pick up my plush toys and dolls, one by one, and slowly ascend the stairs back to the loft again;
I was an alien abducting specimens from Earth.

I would tie my mum's red scarf on my back and run around the house with my arms outstretched;
I was Supergirl.

I would catch spiders and grasshoppers and keep them in jars;
They were my pets because my mum wouldn't let me have a cat.

I could be anyone and anything I wanted to be as a child.
Now, I'm just Yoke, alcohol whore and Maxis rateplans extraordinaire.