Chapter 3

Good Memories

"Good times become Good memories

And

Bad time become Good lessons"..

Good memories and bad memories are parallel to each other.

If u have good memories on one side to cherish then u also have bad memories which i desperately want to forget..

Sometimes those memories also become your worst nightmare.

It depends on you how and where you want these memories to be placed in life and mind. Good memories will always be adored and be our strength while bad memories become our lessons of life. Things end but only those memories will last forever and also become your brawn and will to fight for who you are or want to be in life.

Remembering my happy childhood days still brings a smile to my face. I love those random memories and these are the memories " good and bad" have kept me strong and going all these years.

There are so many good memories I wanna hold onto somehow it always lights me up in my gloomy days and gives me new hope and energy.

Taking a trip down to my past memory lane...I recall myself being a very optimistic, bouncy and bubbly, happy, smart, intelligent and enthusiastic girl. I was always keen to learn new things and enjoy activities like dancing, music, playing outdoor games, loved outing and travelling, watching movies etc..

I was also very naughty, stubborn and a crybaby.

Being the youngest among my brother's and sisters I always wanted things done my way. I was a spoiled brat that's for sure!

Having fun and annoying my brother Rylan was one of my favourite activities. I remember I used to stick to him like glue and would follow him around wherever he used to go and he would always hide from me and this used to annoy me alot.

Oh! N I remember whenever his friends used to visit him at home still I would not leave them alone and try to be part of their conversation despite my irritating behaviour they all used to love me.

I was a baby doll for them!

The best part of them coming to our house was I always used to get gifts from them. Even as a child I was a gutsy girl I use to sit on the roof dangling my feets or at the railings of the balcony...it never scared me with the thought of falling down... literally my neighbours would

have to shout and call my parents or grand dad and you know why I would do these just to make them fulfill my demands.

There were also those days I would throw my slippers or things outside the balcony. Now I think about it, I was a really scary kid.

Gosh! I used to get punished for pulling these stunts but I would also get what I wanted at the end of the day..

yup! I definitely was bawdy.

My brother and cousins never would agree to play with me cause I was a crybaby. I never liked losing but I would always like to be rigorously loose and funny huh! even then that never stopped me from playing with them not even when they would disagree cause I would somehow always convince them to include me..

Ya such an irritating child right I was.

After losing the game I would cry and ask back whatever I have lost and this used to irk them a lot. There were days when we use to fight over a stupid stuffs and times when we would stand for eachother as well.

One of the most infuriating behaviour is that I never failed to hold up the secrecy from anyone..I would spill all the secrets and conversations, mistakes or naughty things we have done either to my grand dad or other family members.

You could say I was also the spill bidder of the family!

and whenever my brother or cousin needed to talk or do something naughty they would be alert of me. I never fail to understand as to why I could not keep all the stupid secrets of them cause this stupid and naive behaviour of mine would lead them to punishment's or scoldings.

Now I see I have always been a stupid and naive girl even as a child and as a teenager. So many good memories are embedded with me and I love those sweet moments of my life where I was happy and contented as a child.

Those small happy memories of celebrating birthdays where you get excited to get different sorts of gifts surrounded by family and friends with your assorted favourite foods and chocolates.

Or celebrating festivals with family, running in the roof to catch a kite, playing cards throughout the festival's family coming together to celebrate those festivals. Once I used to love those festivals but now when festivals come all I can do is miss them and wish to go back to the good old days where we used to have so much fun.

There were also those angry days where I would hide in closets just to prove my point and wish. My brother and father used to look for me all over the place. I used to do these

stupidity all the times that they became aware of all my hiding spots...so many times I would get lectured but I never stopped doing those stupid things.

Memories of listening to music, dancing, watching movies, playing games like football, bat-minton, monopoly and table-tennis with my brother are still fresh in my mind. I remember I used to be a very smart kid as a child, had a sharp brain and always used to catch things

fast.

I was also good at my studies, always coming 1st or 2nd in the class.

Those amazing beautiful memories are all left for me now.

And I love to cherish these moments of my early life where there was no cloud of darkness and sadness...days where there was only happiness and love around me...

days where I had a happy life.

A life so full of love, joy and contentment!

Shattering News

?Aiyla PoV?

" You can't underestimate how traumatic divorce

Is for the children"

-Isla Fisher