My Challenge - Favourite childhood memory

in GEMS4 years ago

hello bloggers, it has been a while since I wrote on this challenge, because of my busy schedule. Today, I decided to add fun to my work. So I decided to pick up this writing challenge by @tegoshei again.

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Okay, let's begin the tale of my childhood.

Been the first and only daughter to my dad, I got all I wanted and asked for. Well, disciplined most of the time for my stubbornness but I really can't forget those days. I was small, quiet but very troublesome and stubborn with a lot of tricks to go with. Amongst all my childhood memory like playing mother, father and child play, driving tire with a stick all around the barracks, the first to wash our mother's pot and make sure it is clean, hide and seek, picking two stones and hitting it together to have the particles and the rest of them. One of the most understanding memory is the one I will love to share in detail here.

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One out of my favorite childhood memory was at the age of ten in my primary two. Then, there was no individual subject teacher we had only our class teacher per class who handled all the subjects.

One day, we were given an English review to go home and read through, then the next day, we would be given the classwork. The assignment was to go and study our spelling.

The next day, our teacher decided to give us the dictation after collecting all our notes. Hmmm, our pain knew no bound.

She started dictating and I was sweating profusely because I did not study at all. The rules were no turning and no erasing of any already spelled words, for every one-word failed, we get two strokes of her cane. so I knew I was doomed.

After dedicating everything, my class teacher asked us to submit our script immediately. She marked and gave us our script. I was among those who failed woefully and I knew she was going to beat us, most especially me mercilessly because she knew me did not go through the review she gave yesterday because I play a lot.

I knew I was doomed and needed to do something to save my little ass from getting flogged. She started flogging from the front row while I was in the last row. So I don't get flogged, I devised a plan.

While no one was watching, I took one of my fingers and inserted into my mouth, down to my throat and I started throwing up. the students started shouting, calling out to my class teacher to inform her that I was vomiting.

My class teacher came into the class and without asking questions rushed me out of the class to the bathroom. She removed my cloth, bathe me, and got a new and clean uniform for me to use. She then took me into the sickbay and asked me to rest.

I slept off like a newborn baby 🤣 with my class teacher by my side feeling sorry for me. After our lunch period, my class teacher came into the sickbay to ask me how I was doing and I told her I was feeling a lot better. She asked me to come to the class, so I stood up and followed her pretending to look sick in her eyes. When we got into the class, I got pity from my classmate and I was asked to go to my sit by my class teacher.

My class teacher stood up and addressed the class and promised never to use a cane on us again thinking I got sick because of a cane but never knew it was my corny plan so I don't get flogged.

Since that day till I finished my primary two-class, my teacher never used a cane in our class. She only gives us punishment like kneeling with our hands up and our eyes closed and the rest of the punishment she can think of.

Thank you for reading through my post. Hope you enjoyed it.

Catch you later 👋

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Lolzzz....at first while eading through, I was smiling broadly because as you pointed out childhood memories one after the other, I began remembering mine as well. And when you got to the part you were wondering what you can do to get out of trouble, I began wondering the same as well until you hit the brick when you had to do that to yourself in order to vomit. I was like 😲😲😲WTF!!! Lolzzzz...I had to go back and see the age once again. Such a brilliant girl for a girl of 10. Lovely story girl.

Thank you, dear. I was indeed a naughty, playful, and very stubborn girl in my childhood days.

Lolzzz😁hope you have changed now?

Maybe or maybe not. I don't know.