August 14, 2009 § Leave a comment
Growing up, I’ve resisted it quite fruitlessly.
From being taken care of as a kid to taking care of children while teaching them. It was a maturity I had to deliberately muster.
In CSS, when I’m STILL transiting from being a freshie to being a senior. I’m not too used to taking care of people.
And yesterday we had to have a conversation about giving birth and dead bodies. I’m filled with horror. Growing up (and dying) cannot be so gory!
So I soak myself with the fantasy encouraged by Disney and recently, cheerful movies like ‘Sound of Music’.
When I was younger, I never noticed the hint of looming horror in the presence of the Nazi people in that movie. Now I watch it again and I realise that even in a happy movie like ‘Sound of Music’, there is cold bloody realism. There is heartbreak.
All these hints were always there I guess, but now that I’m abit more grown up, I start to see it.
I don’t like what I see. I wish to once again bury my head in the sand of my childhood, but the winds always seem to come to blow the sand away.