I'll Dig Deeper

The Big Day

You probably know that nostalgic moment when one morning you wake up and your mother or father comes into your room saying "Today's the big day!", don't you?

Well the "big day" I'm talking about is school. Yes, that hell is the big thing our parents are excited about. Weird, isn't it?

In the country I grew up, kids start school when they're about 7 years old. Average, isn't it? I'm not sure what kind of genius child I used to be but I was 5 years old when I started school.

5 years old.

Well if I'm being completely honest, I would've turned 6 by the end of the year. Summer break would start and the year would end in June and my birthday would be 3 days before that which means they had to let me start studying already.

Oh and yes, my mother did get into a fight with the school's principal when he said I'm too young.

Great, isn't it?

I say "isn't it" a lot don't mind me

And I was excited about it too. Yes, the silly 5 year old me was very happy to start school.

Well of course I was.

I was a little too young to realise what that meant and how my life would go after it happened. But.. it happened.

Let's not talk about me getting ready, shall we? I mean, what could a 5 year old do to get ready for school? Put some clothes on, brush her teeth and and ask her mother to tie her hair in a cute way? Well I did all that, of course.

Taking my mother's hand and jumping around I got to school. At that moment I still didn't realise that it's the end of my childhood. Kind of.

I went to my tutor class and sat down next to a nice looking girl smiling at her. We were listening what our teacher was saying and after that every one of us had to stand up and say our names. That's when I found out her name.

After that her name never left my head. Up until this day.

I wouldn't be lying if I said that she's the best person a girl could ever ask for. At least me. She's the best person I could've ever asked for and I got extremely lucky to meet her.

Who could've thought that our friendship would start from my mother getting into a fight with the principal so I would attend school that year instead of next year.

I guess it's not so bad after all.
Maybe it was meant for me to start school being a little young.
Maybe it was meant for my mother to be so stubborn.
Maybe it was meant for me to enjoy studying.
Maybe it was meant for me to be a little genius child I was.

You know...
Things don't happen without a reason. If it happened - it had to.
If it's a good thing - it had to be.
If it's a bad thing - it had to be.

We can't pick on what to get
But we can pick on what to give

We can't pick on what we lose
But we can keep what we have left

And it was a really long journey until I figured it out myselff.

Let me guide you through it so you would know what not to do.