My mom always told me how I was the happiest child on earth and how I loved to visit kindergarten and elementary school later on. My parents never had to argue with me because I've always behaved very politely and nicely. They also never had to worry about my grades because I got straight A's from the first day of school. Except from maths; I used to have C's or B's there and I hated this subject ever since. For me numbers do not make any sense they are literally just some random figures with whom you are supposed to calculate. Sorry to all you mathematical geniuses out there but I just can't handle pq- or Eulers formula. They do not make any sense at all. Give me a poem and I will analyse it and every stylistic device in it. But give me a very easy calculation and you can be 100% sure that I'll fail.
Apart from maths I enjoyed every other subject especially English. I loved to read and write. When I was little my favourite book was my own children's bible. I loved the stories about Noah's ark and the story about the strong Simson with his long hair that God has given to him. Those stories we're fascinating me and I was sure that wonders could happen to me and that God will always be there to make everything ok. This bible is still standing in my book shelf and looks just like it looked 12 years ago, when I was first able to read it. Before I had the ability to read I always begged my mummy to read it aloud. She also used to tell really exciting fairytales to my little sister and me every night when she brought us to sleep and kissed us goodnight. And we - as the little rebels, we were back then - crawled under one sheet together and told spooky stories to one another. I was never scared of the stories my little bunny told me but she was always so filled with fear that she couldn't go to sleep without me holding her. She always told me that she wanted to have as much imaginativeness as me and my mom used to tell me that I had to much of those stories so I should stop telling them to my little sibling and my granny was so proud because I was exactly like her, when she was my age and my daddy always shook his head in confusion and asked where I got this fantasy from and my teacher told me that I would be a great author one day.
