How I wish I could remember what it was like to be a child.
Some people can remember every bit of their past, but for me, it’s mostly a hazy cloud. I can only remember very few specific instances. And even then, I find they are slowly fading out of my mind.
Maybe it’s because I don’t like kids, that I don’t recall my past, trying in effect, to forget I was ever a child. For that reason, I’ve always thought I’d make a really bad parent.
Over the last 2 weeks, I’ve seen nearly 30 children, aged between 5 and 13. I’ve been auditioning them for a new television programme I’m doing.
It’s been really tough connecting with them. Even with a smile, it’s hard to draw kids out of their shells.
I spoke with a friend who teaches kids and her summary: I’m still scaring kids.
She’s probably right. Even though I’m putting on a smile and trying to engage them by asking them what they hate eating the most and trying to get that expression out of them, they still look at me and say, they love everything they eat.
Medicine?
A firm nod.
Sour things?
A firm nod.
Veggies?
A firm nod.
It seems these kids love everything in front of me.
Maybe I should be a mother. I could get my child to eat everything.