7 Things I Learned From Being A Kid

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We’ve all learned a couple of things from being a kid and we have all had some positive and some negative childhood experiences. As a kid, I was extremely shy and very awkward. Which is like the complete opposite for me now, seeing as I am outgoing and talkative. But nonetheless, here are the seven things that I learned from being a kid.

You’ll never outgrow your favourite toys.

I still wish I had my entire Hamtaro play set, all four of my Tamagotchis, my Pixel Chix set, my Hamtaro plushies, and my My Scene dolls. Some days I just look on eBay and dream of buying them all back. On a more positive note, I still sleep with Blankey every night. It’s a Winnie the Pooh blanket that was bought a week before I was born for me, and my boyfriend and I love it. As a kid I’d tell my parents, “When I become a bratty teenager and want to throw it away, make sure you hold onto it, okay?” Well thank God I never went through that stage.

Christmas is the absolute best time of year.

Even though Christmas is great as an adult, it just doesn’t feel as magical as it did when you were a kid. I learned that being a kid is great because you believe in magic, you are innocent and carefree and just focus on having fun. Cookies, presents, trees, snowmen, snow angels, Santa, reindeer, Christmas movies, and the scent of pine all bring back nostalgia from a person’s childhood. 

Adults are not always right.

When you’re a kid, adults seem so superior. They are older, can tell you what to do, and can boss you around. As a kid you think adults are perfect and never make any mistakes. But as a matter of fact that is indeed very far fetched from the truth. Adults are not always right, and as we grow up, we learn that.

It’s okay to be weird.

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Let’s get one thing straight: people are judgemental assholes, even as kids. If you’re not alike everyone else and you do your own thing and have different interests, you will be an outsider, teased, called weird, and even bullied. But as we grow older, we tune out what everyone else is saying because we are happy for who we are and what we like. We no longer need to listen to others, we’ve grown and learned that it doesn’t matter what anyone else has to say. If we’re happy, then that’s all that matters. Besides, being weird is better than being just like everyone else.

You need to have confidence in life.

Confidence is key. Once you have confidence, you can be happy anywhere you go. Having confidence in life is crucial. If you never think you’re good at anything or have a good ability, then where will you go? Doubting yourself is the worst thing you can do for low self esteem. Be positive, be confident, and good things will come your way.

Never take anything for granted.

If something (or someone) good is happening in your life, never take it for granted and assume it will always be there. Smile, be happy, and love it. 

Just breathe because you’ll make it one day.

This last one is more like a message to myself. Like previously said, I was a really weird kid. As I grew older, I didn’t have many friends, I had a weird style, I didn’t act like everyone else because I matured way quicker than the other kids, I had different interests, and I had a different personality. Therefore, in grade school I was bullied and teased and harassed, even by the teachers. There was probably two teachers that actually showed me respect at that school. No one ever believed in me, I was just that ugly weird girl in the corner who has one friend, wears Hannah Montana tattoos in her face, hides in the bathroom during recess and hides in the locker room during gym class. Yeah, I didn’t have much confidence then. But bam, I was thirteen and I wrote and self published my first novel which made kids in my class glow with envy. Then I wrote, directed, and starred in a Christmas play that the whole school and their parents came to see. Then I graduated and more years passed. I fixed my eyebrows and my hair, I wore make-up, I had a better style, but more importantly, I found myself and grew confidence. (I was kinda teased in high school too, but I brought it onto myself by being a bitch. Oh well, those people deserved it.) Now I run a blog, have an amazing older boyfriend, run a YouTube channel and actually have a fan base, and I’m trying to get my books in the stores. So see, kiddies, anything is possible. Believe in yourself to be a better person. Just remember to be kind to others even when it’s hard, and love yourself!

See you soon,

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Rest In Peace Jasper

It feels so weird having to write one of these again. As my readers know, my hamster Hammie passed away on Friday the 13th in February due to illness. Jasper, my skinny pig that I got a week later, had to go to the vets two weeks after I got him because he had a head tilt. The vets were highly uneducated in small animals (I didn’t know at the time there was a small vet animal hospital in my city) so they weren’t able to tell what was wrong with him. They gave him medicine and the tilt seemed to go away. But I stayed the night away from home a few days ago, only to come home and find Jasper dead in his cage. I read online that an unhealthy skinny pig’s rips, spine, and hind legs are visible and Jasper’s were completely visible but it was on Wikipedia and I figured you can’t believe everything you read on the internet. I took a picture and was going to upload to a vet website and see what was the matter, but by the time I had time to do so, it was too late. I had a slight suspicion that maybe Jasper had something wrong with him but he was eating [a lot] just fine so I figured he was okay, and he seemed happy and was of course adorable. When I went to the pet store the day he died to get a new one, they told me that he was probably sick from the day I got him. I just didn’t know anything about skinny pigs so was unable to tell the difference between a healthy one, and unhealthy one. But when I first found Jasper dead, I went into shock, my whole body tensed up and I felt unbelievably sore for the rest of the day. I didn’t know what could’ve happened. I felt terrible. I was going to come home that night too but stayed late at Jacob’s to finish our animation. Of course I know it wasn’t my fault but I feel a bit guilty at times. And guess what? Jasper passed on Friday the 13th of March. Both pets died on Friday the 13th. My new skinny pig, named Pinkie, will be with me at all times on the next Friday the 13th which is in November of this year. That day won’t mess with my pets again. 

Even though I only had Jasper for three weeks, and I thought I’d have him for at least five years, I became attached to him quick. I wrote blogs about him, essays even, and talked about him non-stop and thought about him constantly. I got a locket that says “I Love You” and I will be putting Jasper and Hammie’s pictures inside. 

I miss him already and he will remain in my memories and heart forever. R.I.P Jasper ❤

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Here’s my new skinny pig named Pinkie:

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He likes to nibble at pretty much anything, including noses, lips, eyelashes, and anything with fabric or zippers.

 

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See you soon,

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