No, not the one under my bed…
As far back as I can remember, I have been a joyful bubbly gal. They even used to call me little clown. My friends would say that I was eccentric and funny. I always looked for ways to have fun and a good laugh. Over the years, many people I met even sent me cards or letters thanking me for having been the sunshine in their life and the person to pick them up and cheer them on at a time they needed the most. I was not always aware of having that effect on people, but I am glad I was able to shine my light and help out.
It is like my inner child is waiting for any opportunity to have fun. That would explain why I have always loved being around children and have dedicated many of my years to looking after them.
Next to my genuine love and care for them, I think being in their company was also an excuse for me to let my innocent and fun Self out and share games and create stories with children and I could be silly again and let my hair down.
Recently it seems that this joy has been bottled up and I am keeping it inside for better days.
I have lived in many different countries and many different places within those countries. This is one of my strength. I am able to adapt to new situations, new surroundings and cultures. When I lived in Scotland, I fulfilled one of my dreams which was to take part in a British drama. I rehearsed with the group for several weeks before performing live at the village hall for two nights in a row. The first night was recorded and I still have a copy of the VHS tape. The hilarious thing about it is that my voice sounds really strange. You can hear a mix of my French accent with my newly acquired Scottish accent. The result is pretty funny.
Now, another reason why I like being around youth is that since I am a chameleon and adapt so well, when I am in company of younger people, I see myself lighter, more joyful and more active too.The other day, just as I was going from the bathroom to the kitchen, I caught myself walking like my father, dragging my feet and hunching my back. HELP!!
My sister is visiting this weekend so we can both go and visit my mum for our dear 30 minutes of allowed visit. My sister being here will be an opportunity to laugh a little. I hope. I am preparing the scene…For the last few weeks, each morning during breakfast I have been making a second jokes book.
My father buys the weekly TV guide and my mother used to keep the page with the jokes for me. When I would return home, I would go through them, select the ones I liked, cut them and finally glue them in a notebook. The first notebook has exceeded its capacity. I had to find something else. Because of the lockdown and having all the shops closed, I had to use a plan B for the notebook. I considered my old childhood library in my bedroom and found a German Grammar book. Hum…It was so old, passed down from my father’s student era already…I did not need to open it. I knew that was the one. I was not going to study German grammar for a while if ever again. That would do…
For the past few weeks, I have been preparing that new jokes book during breakfast. I am down to a few more jokes to glue and it will be ready, in perfect timing for the arrival of my sister.
We can finally have our meal and have a laugh at the end, my sister, my father and I. For once my father will turn off the TV and it will be like the good old days without TV, except one essential component will be missing….Mum.
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