NOW READING: The Sweetness At The Bottom Of The Pie… and I

Warning: This is not a book review.

The protagonist Flavia de Luce, is the kind of eleven year old I fancy I thought I was. Smarter than all the adults, who didn’t see what I saw, heard what I heard, knew what I knew. IF ONLY. I Remember when I woke up one fine day and decided I would be an archeologist. I must have been that precocious age of about 10, I had found a book on rocks and maybe I had internalized one too many scenes from Indiana jones combined with my girl Shirley Temple in any of her roles. I felt empowered and super smart. I took that little rock book all around my neighborhood and collected rocks (more like pebbles and clumped up clay). My sweet mum indulged me and got me a magnifying glass and I so vividly remember sitting on our dining room table and going through them as if I had discovered a new element for the periodic table. 

Of course, a year later, I had picked up a similar but new fascination with electronics, opening up every VCR, computer, calculator I could find. I wasn’t an only child but I had many moments alone especially after my sister was shipped off ( exaggeration for emphasis) to boarding school. It was in those moments that I would dream up fantastical stories in my head or just pretend that I was Storm from my tattered X-men comic books. That was then; I laugh sometimes as I barely recognize that girl, I miss her sometimes. I don’t know why kids today are in such a hurry to grow up, there’s something so special about each part. That is the beauty of life, an ever changing journey, you don’t quite know where its gonna take you. And my Point is? Yup, I ‘m reading this book and I’m loving it cos for some reason I can’t help but think back to lil’ ol’ 11-year old me.

Do you remember what you were like at 11? Your dreams? Hopes? Unrealistic Fantasies?

p.s.: I normally do music Fridays but my posting lately is a little all over the place. Bear with Me. Grazie.

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  1. Milan

    September 20, 2012 at 1:01 am Reply

    At 11 I had a wicked imagination and wanted to be like Brandy. I sang alto, had my own lil style and had braids like she did. I still was a kid unlike the other children in a rush to grow up. I still played with Barbie dolls, was learning to sew and loved to read. I was torn between becoming a fashion designer, a marine biologist or something that involved space and the stars. It was also at the age of 11 that I declared to myself that I didn't know how it would all come about but I would be living and working in New York City as an adult one day and here I am living and working in the fashion industry in the Big Apple! 11 was great. I was such a kid, magical times. I try to keep that young girl inside of me. I see her when I swing on the swings or ride bikes. I never want to lose her completely.

  2. thebookwormgiraffe

    September 15, 2012 at 11:33 pm Reply

    reading the famous five….being a part of their adventures…..life at 11 was cool man!

    1. simplycyn

      September 17, 2012 at 5:58 am Reply

      I loved famous five, Secret Seven, anything by Enid Blyton…I might need to reread a few just for the memories

  3. Kera

    September 15, 2012 at 12:44 am Reply

    I wanted to be a geologist, architect, and an archaeologist. Pursued all three in my bedroom. It was great.

    1. simplycyn

      September 17, 2012 at 5:58 am Reply

      i want my imagination back

  4. Consider Me Lovely

    September 15, 2012 at 12:41 am Reply

    Ah yes! The 11 year old me dreamed of being a ballerina in New York City! I never dreamed about having a husband and family or anything growing up, but I was going to make it in the big city.

    A back injury 5 years later put a stop to my ballet training, and I've dreamed of many other things since. Many have come true, others not so much, but such is life, and I'd trade it for nothing 🙂

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