A Picture Story Showing the Metamorphosis of a Newborn to a Graceful Teenager
When I was a few days old, Mom was still recovering at home after her delivery at the hospital. Dad could wait no longer and insisted Mom on carrying me so that he could take a photo. She was a newbie Mom and had a hard time managing her soft and delicate firstborn.
Myself at Age 1
When I turned 1-year-old, I enjoyed playing with a ball and riding on a two-seated tricycle. I always sat at the back, and the home servant rode me along around the compound.
Myself at Two Years
At two years, while I was of the quiet and patient type, my sister, who is a year younger, was very naughty and restless. We had gone to the photo studio to take a photo. It was very hard for my parents to allow a photo to be taken of my sister and me because of my mischievous sister. Then the cameraman brought a colorful rose and tossed it around with his left hand while he took our photo, both of us looking awesome curious and full of wonder.
My Curiosity at Three Years
At three years my curiosity grew about which was what and how they worked. For instance, I was especially intrigued by my father’s favorite Canon camera cover, holding and looking at it. I fiddled with toys and tried to figure out how they worked. When my parents took me to the park for being close to mother nature, I was more interested in tasting salt at a park table because I was simply interrogative about how it would taste.
Love to Snap at Age 3
At age 3, I loved the way Dad took our photos and brought printed photos from the relevant shop. I loved to snap in different poses. I loved taking a pose with my little bag, my toy airplane, and solo in another posture. I took a new position, holding my dear toy horse. More than all of these, I loved to enjoy a ride on the swing at the nearby park and wanted that particular moment to be captured.
Myself at Eight Years
At age 8, I was participating in a drama at school dressed up as a baker. The drama was titled, “The Grumbler”. After several rehearsals, I was ready but the fear thought was at the back of my mind, and I tried my best to drive it away. “Surely, I will make it”, I consoled myself. The drama was a tremendous success. Now I will explain a little bit about what the drama was.
The grumbler of the drama grumbles about everything. When I bring him a brown bread, he wants white bread. The events in the drama make the grumbler realize his mistakes, and he changes to a good man. So when I bring him a white bread later, he accepts happily.
Myself Growing Gracefully to a Teenager
At ten years old, I was almost on the fast transformation of becoming a teenager. As usual, Dad took us out to places here and there for outing and recreation. The following picture shows a picture of me at 10, holding happily the leaf of a palm tree at a park.
After I had grown into a teenager, I started to put light makeup before taking photos or going out. The next picture shows me as a growing teenager with a little makeup, sitting and holding the leaf of a tub plant in our balcony.
I was then very close to my relatives and talked to them frequently. Dad clicked on one such memory with his camera while I was smiling happily over the analog phone and chatting with near and dear ones.
In this picture-wise article story, I presented the complete metamorphosis of myself as a child baby growing gracefully to a teenager. The real hurdles of life hadn’t hit me yet then, and I was innocently happy to be part of my original family and part of a living complex in the center of all the chaos of the city. I didn’t let the latter bother me. Therefore, I sang happily to my heart's content, ready to confront future happenings and endeavors.
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© 2019 Rosina S Khan