I used to have days, that I'd be wishing that I could travel back to my early childhood, and fix all the mistakes that I've made. I wouldn't have the toilet related accidents and get yelled at. I'd learn to speak, before I was three and not just after. I'd learn to read, at the age of five. I'd learn to tie my shoes and ride a two-wheeler, at the age of four, like my younger sister did. I'd keep my obsessions a secret, at the age of seven. I wouldn't have gotten yelled at by my mum, if I didn't soil my bedsheets, due to a bout of diarrhea, at the age of eight. I wouldn't have broken my right ankle, ice skating, at the age of nine, because I was trying to skate faster than my six year old sister, to get the neighbourhood boys off my case, though, I couldn't skate half as fast as she could. I would go back to the year that I was ten, and keep myself from talking about the United States. I did one thing right, in my childhood, at the age of twelve. After being told not to talk through my nose, after 60 times, in less of a third of my summer vacation, I've asked my parents, "Why don't you just kill me, if you hate my accent, that much!"
It was last year, around this time, that I've decided, that I was going to let go of my past.