School ends and a yellow bus shuttles me to mama’s office. In a far neglected corner was a sand-colored desk, and this became my playground. The desk was littered with stacks of yellowing office memos, red and black whiteboard markers, bulky mechanical pencil sharpeners, boxes of Mongol Number One pencils, big gray staplers, and black Panda ball pens. Those office materials became the toys that little Ja loved.
No other human being in that office wanted to play with little Ja, for all of them were busy-working adults. This could have bored a kid to death, but I was content in my own little universe—busy playing with worlds inked into life.
That’s when my love for writing began.
More Weird Kid stories:
- A Shy Person’s Top 8 Worries and Fears
- Bike and Bleed
- I Played Mary, He Played Joseph
- Ja the Weird Kid Transfers to a New School
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Note: For some entries in this blog, a few names and details have been deliberately and willingly changed by the author. This is a personal decision made by the author and is not an endorsement for censorship.