Life is Like a Dream

Life is Like a Dream

I have a request to write a book about my childhood. While thinking about my childhood, I felt like it was just a dream. So, I decided to  name the second book I’m working on,”Life is Like a Dream.

” I’ ll be posting some experiences that I remember to share with you. Please leave a comment after you have read this to let  me know how I am doing or how I can improve my writing.

Life is Like a Dream: 📚 1958

At the age of eight  years old, I remember  my life was amazing, exciting, and interesting. Growing up in the Philippines was fun for me. We lived close to our cousins, and we always had something planned for the rest of the day.  My mother was crazy. I tried to get away from her as much as possible. I turned to reading while my siblings ran around the forest and swam in the river for fun. Reading books 📚  was fun for me. I’ve been all over the world and done so many things through reading books. When I am reading, it feels like I am there where my reading is taking place.  Growing up in the Philippines was precious. We got into trouble because of curiosity and challenges. My siblings and I were worn out before supper. We got so many spankings that our butts hurt. Before we go home, we put padding on our underwear because we know we are in trouble. 

The craziest thing I  remembered at   the age of eight years old was when my mom buried my  brother Ben and my  sister Rebecca in our backyard. They stayed buried until my dad came home.  The reason why she buried them was because they were gone for a long time at such a young age. My brother was about 5 years old and my sister was 4 years old. The reason why they were gone was because they tried to collect insects and bugs from the forest.  That’s all, folks.  Till next time. ❤️

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