Nothing is what it seems

year 1, year 2 and year 3 were but a blur although i remember a lot of people came into my life at a very young age starting with cousins, relatives and neighbours and a very special person-my brother....mom tells me that he loved carrying me around...and she had photographs to show for proof...too bad i wasn't old enough then to be his good companion like all siblings turn out to be...well there was too much of an age gap..but there was nothing i could do about it...i would always be his 'baby sister' no matter how old i am.
i spent most of my childhood alone...dad at work, mom at work, brother in another state studying...maybe thats why i had a lot of time to myself, drifting away in thoughts, imagining myself in a 'terebethia' of my own with people whose company i enjoyed...thats when i began writing poems and short stories and began reading a lot...those were the days...life was good!!!