As a child, I remember having this little doll I loved. It was tiny, with a beautiful white frock and it was delicate and sweet and oh-so-lovely to that little girl who carried it with her wherever she went.
I think it was originally this Christmas ornament that I made into my personal favorite toy. Occasionally I wonder where it went. I never remember naming her, not that it matters, no, It symbolizes all the years back then when I was a wee little think who used to live the carefree life, having mummy and daddy to bear all the worries of the family.
I remember also all those little games I used to play with my siblings. Damsel-in-distress, shop and the wooden blocks we used to build into massive structures that would drive my poor grams crazy. How I used to experiment in the kitchen to no avail and end up baking odd assemblies of pies and puddings. And how over time, education became more and more of a priority and rushing from one tuition center to another became so important to ace the exams.
October seems so new and untainted now, but I know I am going to mess it all up by overbooking myself, by procrastinating and by trying to do more than I actually think I can. A new month with plenty of days to look forward to.