Time goes by so fast that sometimes we don’t even know what’s happening with our lives. It just passes you like a gush of the wind, you don’t see it coming and the next thing you know, and it already passed you by. One day, I was just seven and now I’m already 17. When I was seven, I always wonder what I’d be like when I’m seventeen. Now that I’m seventeen, I wonder what I was when I was seven.
Looking ten years backward, I’m just in the first grade studying in a little room with wooden armchairs and a huge blackboard in front. I wore a brown uniform with a red belt and a red ribbon, and black shoes with white socks in school. I had such short hair cut just below the jaw line. My godfather who is also the service driver would pick me up at our house and drop me off in school then fetch me and then drop me off by the house from Mondays to Fridays. I remember having a cute backpack with a metal pencil-case and a box of crayons inside together with the books and notebooks for school. My day by then begins with saying hi to my classmates in the morning, and saying goodbye to them in the afternoon.
If that seven-year old little girl looks ten years forward, she’ll see a young lady in a huge air-conditioned classroom sitting on a plastic armchair facing a whiteboard. A girl who wears a chic top tucked in skinny jeans and a leopard print ballerina flats. Her hair is long and curly at the ends. She goes to school from Tuesdays to Fridays riding a jeepney from her house, then a bus, then another jeepney inside the university; then she rides a jeepney, rides a bus, and then rides another jeepney and drops off by her home. She uses a black and white patterned handbag to school with a pink case for her pens and a kit for her cosmetics together with a number of fillers and a yellow pad inside. Her day begins with saying hi to her classmates before class and says goodbye to them after the period, and does this for about three to four times a day.
This is two very different lives lived by a single person. That was how huge ten years had changed a seven-year old girl into a 17-year-old young lady. But there are things which time cannot change. We still have the same body though biological changes have occurred; it’s still the same body. I still live at the very same house that young kid lived in and still with the same family. I still have a nanny who cleans up the mess in my room because of school stuffs. Cinderella is still my favorite fairytale and so as blue is still my favorite color. I loved Winnie the Pooh then and love him until now. I’m addicted to Chuckie as I was when I was seven and still drink full cream milk every night. One thing that I’m happy that it stayed the same was I was a kid then and still is inside my heart.
It’s funny how something you wanted as a kid comes to life and lives it like you wanted it to. Though not everything is what I expected it to be, it still turned out as a dream come true for that seven-year old little girl. I was seven and I wanted to be seventeen. I am seventeen and still want to be seven.