True to form pt 1

I realised a few months ago that sometimes you can't change your true nature. In one "wild" weekend back in November 07, I managed to slice open my wrist - bad enough to require a trip to the local A & E - and lose my wedding ring. The actual story about what happened is not that exciting, so I decided to write a short story about myself in the 3rd person - ala Yr 4 creative writing classes :)

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Young Dessy by Nasde

Young Dessy was your typical asian boy growing up. He was naturally talented at doing maths, as most young asian kids are, while equally sucking at English and any other creative writing type tasks. He was dashingly handsome - his dark brown hair, carefully groomed by his Dad into a typical asian bowl cut with no parting, proved to be a hit with the ladies, and never got in the way of his handball exploits. He also proved a natural charmer of the ladies, kissing his first girl at the age of 4, and kissed a girl at school in Yr1 at the urgings of his older brother. Yes, it should've prepared Dessy for his high school days, where any attempt to talk to a girl involved much urging from friends watching and hassling you, but a then young Dessy had no fear.

But one thing Young Dessy could not help doing was lose things. If he went to the pool for a swimming carnival, he'd lose his towel. If he went to the movies, he'd lose his wallet in the edges of the chair. If he went to the shop to buy a bottle of coke, he'd bring the coke home and leave his wallet on the counter. It was terrible, and his parents spent much time talking to young Dessy about losing things, and much time bailing him out when he'd locked his keys in the car, or that time when he even lost the key to his club lock (but somehow didn't lose any other keys it was attached to in his keyring) and had to get the NRMA to saw it off - now that was embarrassing.

Young Dessy also proved to be very accident prone. Or maybe he was just clumsy and unco-ordinated. Whatever the case may be, young dessy spent a lot of time falling over, dropping things, tripping over, and running into walls. Being an early walker - he began walking at 9 months - he somehow managed to be able to run, but unable to judge how to run through doorways resulting in two large bumps that are still visible today on his forehead.

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Gee, that was hard work. I know why I sucked at English.

Tune in for part 2 about older Dessy - no guarantee it'll be in short story form though!