isn't everybody just like me?: part III

After that one moment of pure joy, I got up to dance in celebration. I executed the flailing arms, body twisted in a different direction from the knee-bent jumping legs dance move with perfect form. I wondered what celebratory jigs my family and Mrs. Wong had decided to do. I opened my eyes and found everybody staring at me, mouths agape.

Oy.

I sat back down on the couch and shoved a handful of candies in my mouth. I can't even imagine what Mrs. Wong must have thought my parents were teaching me at home.

isn't everybody just like me?: part I

This is a memory that I never let myself recall fully, even in my head, because for so many years it would embarrass me so much that I would physically squirm.

One day, just over a year ago, I told a very good friend about it - about how the five year old me happened to exclaim the very puzzling phrase, "Oh! it's the Angela Wong Song!" whilst dancing happily in the middle of a room full of people. To me, the most embarassing part was that I was wholly expecting everyone to nod excitedly and join in with the celebration.