"Poba"
21.11.1998 / Josie Age 6
Some people hate looking to the past, but as people we are very much our past, just as we are our future...
It clicked earlier, whilst looking through old school books and reports, that 'Josie Age 6' is still me. She's not dead. She's very much alive. It hit me hard, because for a few moments i found myself mourning the death of a child who i knew inside out. Me.
Looking back over stories i wrote and pictures i drew, i felt deeply attached, i rejoiced over my achievements, and wept over memories that i struggled with.
The above piece brought great revelation to me, that i did actually enjoy church, all be it, who wouldn't if Dougie Dug Dug was there!
When i found out i was to be a bridesmaid -
I figure that drawing of the yellow meringue dress was my dream... and the maroon monsoon dress was my reality.
Poba.
When i was 6, i spent alot of time with literacy support teachers, and 'Jackie' with her perfect literacy wrote a very indepth analytical report about me, that reads alot like a Big Brother commentary. Seriously, it turned my tears into laughter, let me give you some snippets.
Context:- ( Jackie writting about 6 year old me, after putting me through grueling tasks!!)
"She identified that b's and d's were a problem (in fact, on first meeting me she asked if i was going to sort out her b's and d's)
"Josie is right handed and uses an unconventional grip. Her thumb curls over the top of her index and second finger controls the pencil"
The best one...
"Josie decided to write about what she would like in an ideal garden... At one point she asked me if it would be 'easier to write fountain or pond' and she answered for herself by writing 'Poba'."
That can't of been all that interesting for you as it was for me. But atleast you know why my spellings bad sometimes.
:) x x x