How did YOU view the world when you were 5 years old?
Here are a couple of examples from my third year Chinese university students. You may notice that English is not their first language:
"... When I was 5 years old, my memory was very poor. I could not remember anything, so the memory of my 5years old in my mind is blank. Now I don't have anything to talk with everyone..."
"...When I was 5 years old, I was a lovely girl. When my mother and father went to work, I had to go kindergarten, but I am so sweet and silence so I don't have much friends. When Isee my classmates play together I want to join, but I can't to tell them. I thought they don't like me. The thing have been found by my teacher, so she tell me I should join with them, play with them, share my happy and grief to them. I need friends I have..."
When I was five:
I sucked my thumb a lot.
I called magazines "mazagines" and was convinced I was right.
My Dad was my hero
I loved school! I used to unpack my lunch on my desk every few minutes, raise my hand, and ask the teacher if it was lunchtime yet. I think I was the reason she starting smoking.
I wanted to be a truck-driver
I thought that all my family loved each other.
I was afraid of the dark (that's still true)
Tiny Tears was my best friend
I believed in Santa
I hated boys!
My favourite thing was sitting on my Dad's shoulders (can't really get away with that now )
I carried a pillow case called dodo (useful as a sack, head dress, occasionally comfort)
my favourite book was the owl who was afraid of the dark (cos I was) (he was called plop by the way)
I dressed up like a witch and carried my familiar everywhere (my cat pepper)
Grown ups were something to be enjoyed yet wary of.
My brother was something to be endured and wary of
The forest was the best place ever!
I was obsessed with creepy crawlies and had a stick insect farm and approx 50 caterpillars in my room at any one time, and consequently developed an allergy to hairy catterpillars
School was for mugs and I skived whenever possible, favouring climbing trees and collecting bugs instead
When I was 5 years old, I wanted to be one of the knights of King Arthur's Round Table
when i was five i was convinced i was very grown up, i'd just thrown away my safety blanket and had decided that my brother was a demon child and that my sisters were adopted, i wanted to adopt nice strange siblings that i could give back when i got bored , i wanted to be a pilot and fly the world , my house would be in the trees, was convinced i would be married to MacGuyver by 16, also that if you were older then 21 you would die ( well every one was 16 / 18 and a bit), that my Daddy was the strongest man in the world, that my Mammy was a beautiful princess and that secretly we would eventually move to Australia eventually ( we were supposed to when i was four but my dad was promoted so it never happened) ..my favourite tv show was bosco !
Having an imaginary friend named Mr. Boing-Boing.
Sitting on my bed "reading' stories to my dog - he was a boxer and bigger than me at the time.
My dad building an igloo out of snow so I could play eskimo.
My dad building a ice skating rink in our back yard so I could learn to skate.
Santa landing on our house Christmas Eve. It was my dad ringing a sleigh bell outside my window.
My mom being hospitalized a lot and the neighbor having to comb my hair (which was long then) because Dad pulled too much.
Letting several dogs into the neighbor's house because "they wanted to play with Lucky", their collie. They were all male dogs and Lucky was in heat. (Hey, I was 5!)
Dad and I going through the big Sears catalog, picking out all the stuff we would take along on an imaginary vacation.
Learning to swim in another neighbor's pool. They were contractors and had 11 kids - and a built-in pool.
My first time on an airplane and being sick the whole flight.
I believed in Santa
He's 100% real. I worked for him in the run up to Christmas.
At 5 i was convinced the monsters in the wardrobe and hiding in teh dark corridor were going to get me at night [in fairness, this prved to be all too true, hence the first broken arm].
Possibly not 5 years old, but as kid I believed the tooth fairy was utterly evil - as a youngster i was very susceptible to nose bleeds, and for some reason, every time i lost a tooth i used to get a long nose bleed.
Rabbit was my guardian/saviour/best friend and i believed him capable of saving me from anything and everything except the tooth fairy.
My dad was a strange genuius type person who i didn't see all that much (he normally only came home around the time i was going to bed and was gone before i got up in the morning). I still believe the strange genius thing.
No idea what i wanted to be or do (possibly a train driver), although by all attempts i spent 2 entire years singing my own medly of 1 Boney M song combined with 1 Abba song, which drove everyybody nuts, but explains why to this day i'm such an attrocious singer.
- still believed in Santa and the Easter Bunny, although at some point my Dad stubbed his toe on the radiator trying to put chocolate bunnies on the kitchen table and - well, that was that
- had a pair of pink overalls
- wore two pig-tails, one sticking out on each side of my head
- was terrified of swimming
- started Brownies and half loved, half hated it
- called the Italian dish "pissghetti"
- didn't like to finish what was on my plate
- couldn't figure out the logic behind "finish your plate - little kids in China have no food!" since the more I ate, the less food there was in the world
- loved chocolate (still do! but back then I could eat tonnes of it...)
Plus my Dad used to tell us a Mrs. McGuillicutty lived in the trunk of our car and wouldn't come out to meet us because she was embarassed of her smelly feet. She disappeared once my parents got a station wagon.
When I was 5, I mistakenly thought I was Wocca.
Now I know better, so please feel free to call me Jesus.