Sketchpad

I knew that I would feel sentimental if I watch Toy Story 3, and I did. I want to be a kid again. I want to go back to the days when I would play with my Barbie dolls and imagine them talking to my brother’s toy soldiers or when I would go out to the streets and play games like patintero, ice ice water or taya-tayaan with my friends until dinner time. I want to be back as a cry baby and not have other people judge me when I whine about not wanting to go to school or eating my veggies. I want to go back to the moments when I could just hug my parents anytime I can without getting embarrassed. Childhood years are free of worries for those who are really lucky and it’s funny that when we were kids we wanted to get older so badly; now that we’re getting older and older, we’d do anything just to be a kid again.

I am blessed because my childhood was a happy one. One thing that makes me want to go back to being a kid is my sketchpad. My first ever sketchpad is filled with things 5-year-olds usually doodle — flowers, stick figures, houses formed by triangles and squares. Of course, the doodles aren’t that great but these are the ones I like the most from all the stuff I drew. They remind me of the times when I would just lay on our carpet and let everything I imagine come to life through drawings. I remember this one time that I told my mom that I will draw everything on earth. So then I started with the things I see inside our house- beds, tables, chairs, TV’s, and everything I thought of as of the moment. Obviously I was not able to accomplish that and my work only occupied about five pages of the sketchbook. It may sound lame and boring, but I think it was one of the greatest ideas I’ve ever had, — to draw every single object on earth — though it seems really impossible.




Whenever I come I across my sketchpad, I always feel like reminiscing my childhood years. I usually forget things easily, but every time I scan through its pages, I could easily remember the moment when I was drawing a certain thing. And it never fails to make me smile because there are just these things I never knew I thought of when I was a kid. There are also times that I would laugh at myself because of the things I drew and wrote there — like how I labeled our washing machine as “washing mashing” and some other things that confused me as a kid.

I can never completely let go of my childhood. It’s where I had myself formed as an individual. My personality has changed through the years but my childhood memories won’t. And I shall treasure every memory I can remember. Though my sketchpad now looks old, filthy, and the drawings are smudged because of typhoon flood (it smells awful too), I think it will serve as one of the most treasured belongings I will bring with me as I get older. And these drawings would remind me of my simple and happy childhood — the shows I watched on Nickelodeon, the events I encountered during those days, the times when I would teach my brother how to draw a tornado, or the flowers we grew way back in our garden.


^ this is my essay for our show and tell in my Philosophy subject. I will be telling these stuff about my sketchpad maybe weeks from now. yeah i know it's a really boring topic to talk about in front of 25-30 intellectual college students but it's the only thing I could ever think of the night I had to do this. :l