This is one of my earliest memories. Racing with a lollypop. A delicious chocolate éclair flavoured one I took, hard on the outside and when you bit it, it would release a soft melting chocolate that will squirt onto your tongue…mmmm…yummy…. Ok, ok no distractions.
Let me take you down memory lane. I must have been in nursery or kindergarten when this happened.
I and my classmates stood in a huge field with scores of people all around us seated on benches; parents we guess. So, what is the occasion we are animatedly discussing.
The coach hushes us and shows us a poster with infinite number of lollypops stuck on it. A million different flavours done in a multitude of colourful wrappings. Whoa, as a three-and-a-half-year-old that is a view which passes for pure unadulterated ecstasy.
“Keep your hands behind your back and using only your teeth free the lollypop from the board,” says the coach.
What I fail to hear while romancing the notion of having a lollypop so near to my lips is that after you free the lollypop you must run to the finish line. It is a race. And we are celebrating our annual Sport’s Day.
“Ok, now. Start!”
Aha, I had already had laid eyes on my beauty– a sweet chocolate lollypop. And there I went ahead furiously biting the white stick that held it up.
“Free at last dear one,” I said to myself. It has taken me barely 10 seconds to free the lollypop. And now I glance upon my classmates. They are still at it. Gnawing at its end yet unable to free the glued confectionary.
“Ok, so now what? Can I just start eating? Or will that seem rude…perhaps I should just wait for the rest to grab theirs as well,” I start contemplating.
“Yes!” exclaims one gleeful friend of mine freeing his orange lollypop.
And there he goes running, whizzing past me. Another classmate has also by this time bitten of a lollypop and is now readying to break into a sprint.
“Oh, so you have to run, eh,” I figure.
Zoooooooooom.
That is me running happily, skipping with joy…. And then I spot my parents and sprint even faster to greet them and show off my loot. As my parents hug me, I see a teacher coming towards me.
“Here, come with me Akansha,” she announces cheerily as she offers her hand.
And I find out I have just won the race! Silver medal, but why nitpick :-) :-)
“You may have your lollypop now,” says my teacher.
“Now, is this not an absolutely superb day? I get to eat my favourite chocolate treat, win a race and get to pose for the cameras,” the very visibly excited little me has concluded.
Years later today I can safely say that childhood is bliss. A treat in itself undeniably the best God has on offer:-)
12 comments:
I imagine ur happy childhood day^^; So, I can feel happy! Thx!
thank you mahsaito. i will treat to a lollypop wen u come here:)
pretty sweet, bought back nostalgic memories of when i took part in a race..had to balance a pencil between my nose and lips..and run for your life till you reach the end...and on the count of go, I ran and clumsy me, dropped my pencil..and as the others run past me to the finishline..i innocently call out to them "wait for me!!!!"...which resulted in the entire group of judges bursting forth into laughter...:) :) :)
thats true childhood is the best time ever.. Nice story, im sure it will bring back loads of memories for loads of people... :)
wow, that was a fun trip down memory lane ... I remember some of the crazy races they make up for kids ... and the kids end up having fun their own way .... its been nice to chance upon your blog today ...
Thanks Anon and thx Rajiv.. wonder how i missed ur kind comments. Please keep visiting and keep in touch.
Did you downloaded Wikileaks docs? Give me link plz
Thank for all
[quote][Image]This is one of my earliest memories. Racing with a lollypop. A delicious chocolate eclair flavoured one I took, hard on the outside and when you bit it, it would release a soft melting chocolate that will squirt onto your tongue…mmmm…yummy…. Ok, ok no distractions. Let me take you down memory lane. I must have been in nursery or kindergarten when this happened. I and my classmates stood in a huge field with scores of people all around us seated on benches; parents we guess. So, what is the occasion we are animatedly discussing. The coach hushes us and shows us a poster with infinite number of lollypops stuck on it. A million different flavours done in a multitude of colourful wrappings. Whoa, as a three-and-a-half-year-old that is a view which passes for pure unadulterated ecstasy.“Keep your hands behind your back and using only your teeth free the lollypop from the board,” says the coach. What I fail to hear while romancing the notion of having a lollypop so near to my lips is that after you free the lollypop you must run to the finish line. It is a race. And we are celebrating our annual Sport’s Day. “Ok, now. Start!”Aha, I had already had laid eyes on my beauty– a sweet chocolate lollypop. And there I went ahead furiously biting the white stick that held it up. “Free at last dear one,” I said to myself. It has taken me barely 10 seconds to free the lollypop. And now I glance upon my classmates. They are still at it. Gnawing at its end yet unable to free the glued confectionary. “Ok, so now what? Can I just start eating? Or will that seem rude…perhaps I should just wait for the rest to grab theirs as well,” I start contemplating. “Yes!” exclaims one gleeful friend of mine freeing his orange lollypop. And there he goes running, whizzing past me. Another classmate has also by this time bitten of a lollypop and is now readying to break into a sprint. “Oh, so you have to run, eh,” I figure. Zoooooooooom.That is me running happily, skipping with joy…. And then I spot my parents and sprint even faster to greet them and show off my loot. As my parents hug me, I see a teacher coming towards me. “Here, come with me Akansha,” she announces cheerily as she offers her hand. And I find out I have just won the race! Silver medal, but why nitpick :-) :-) “You may have your lollypop now,” says my teacher. “Now, is this not an absolutely superb day? I get to eat my favourite chocolate treat, win a race and get to pose for the cameras,” the very visibly excited little me has concluded. Years later today I can safely say that childhood is bliss. A treat in itself undeniably the best God has on offer:-)[/quote]
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