Category: Safe Haven
when you were little, did you ever get your words confused and called something a total diffrent thing?
i used to call santa clause barbins bitbins.
don't know why, got in to kind of a habbit
I was unable to speak until 5 years old, but I thought of alternative names for many things, some of them quite bizarre.
goblin, i'd like to hear what?
Well, till I was about seven or eight years old, because of my cleft lip and pallet, I had terrible trouble pronouncing words with TH or S sounds in them, so my mum and Gran made up this Thumbs Thursdays and baths song.
Thumbs thursdays and baths, are all th words. (I can't make the actual th sound which is made by breathing out with your tongue positioned on your front teeth withJAWS though, so you'll just have to imagine that) and I had speech therapy to help me form the TH and S sounds, but I still can't do it properly because I then had to wear five different braces for a period of about 12 years, which has now left me with a permanent lisp. I have to say, I was quite difficult to understand and mum sometimes has trouble understanding me now.
i know how that sounds, i can't pronounce TH iver.
i just have to use F
I didn't start talking until pre-school. There is one memory from that time during which another student and I were playing in this sandbox, and I wanted a toy he was using. I reached over to grab it, but my teacher was like, "Use your words." lol
As far as learning how to speak goes, I don't have any recollections about that. I was told that I could only babble nonsense at age four, and was not very social with other children at that time.
I have this baby cousin, who's about three years old now.
a few months ago, i was sitting on a couch in the livingroom of my aunt's house, and got up to get a drink, and my baby cousin ran up to me and grabbed my pinky finger with his tiny little hand, and kept saying "walk?" like he was trying to help me get somewhere, because he knew that i was blind. My family thought it was the cutest thing ever, he still does that every now and then.
That's cool about little kids. They know or can sense if their relative is blind or visually impaired.
I find this hard to believe, but I asked my dad if I cried a lot as an infant, and he told me that I didn't. He said it was probably because I couldn't see, and i got all the attention I could want at the time. lol I also wasn't afraid of the dark either.
I was just um, a little cruel villain. I mean I told these horrible wrecked up stories. I heard some of them on tape, and I was like, What the hell, I actually said that? I am sort of still one, but hey, not so much.
Here is one of my poems I remember.
I twist your hand,
I break your Arm,
Who Broke Your arm?
Oh, I broke your Arm.
yeah, I made that up at six.
I started speaking at one something, but I was a eld speaker when I was six. I am Chinese, so when I first learned the English language I use to pronounced bells like brells. Yeah, I am bilingual.
Hmmmmm, I also told weird stories when I was a little kid, and they don't quite make sense, but they were stories.
O, I was apparently a "happy little button baby" as well Joanne, lmfao. The only times mum remembers me "having a yell" was when she took photos of it, lol. Me in the pram, the pram nest which has now been replaced by those baby sleeping bags, lmfao. Not until recently however, did Gran tell me that I also used to start crying when the Corronation Street (strictly Brittish soap again lol) theme tune came on at halfpast 7 on Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights, as that was what told me it was my bedtime, lmfao. I was that scared of the dark back then when I had light and colour perception, that nothing, not even mum coming in and trying to settle me back in my own bed would persuade me to just drift off to sleep.
Jen.
Jen.
I was a fairly happy child, and I was never as sour as I could be now, but hey, as years go by more hard times passes. Well, yeah.