I remember a time when I was given the chance to participate in a Christmas event when I was in grade 4. There would be dancers in front of the stage, dancing while the blinding spotlight shined on them. The auditorium would be filled with people excitedly watching the show I was performing in. My role was to say the script given to me and act accordingly to the story, I was kind of like one of the MCs of the event. As the time came, students poured into the auditorium and waited for the show to begin.
I remember the sweat rolling down my neck and the shake in my boots as I watched people swarm in. Everything was set up perfectly, the mesmerizing colors of the spotlights shined throughout the auditorium, props were set up so that the scene looked like the theme of this year’s Christmas event, which was “Fish Tales.” We were signaled that the show had begun, everyone who had a role to say walked up onto the stage, songs started playing while we grooved to the beat, then we gave a short and heartwarming introduction. I had lines that I had to say and act out the actions that were planned.
I remember looking out into the audience and spotted my friends and mom watching me and felt warmth in my chest as the corner of my lips turned upwards. I remember playing with the fishing rod as I waited for my turn to speak, I think I had a mini-heart attack when I almost dropped the prop bucket down the stage. My mom would say that my acting was on point and that I should be proud of myself, and I would agree because I worked day and night trying to remember the never-ending script along with the dances we had to do. If I were to do the things that I’ve done during that time, I wouldn’t have the strength in my legs to walk up onto the stage and act, because I’m now more aware of the eyes on me, and I wouldn’t want to mess up.
When I was writing this memory of mine, I've realised how I've changed as a person. I realised that I've grown more mature and have more awareness of other people. I've also realised that when I was young, it felt the world revolved around me and I'm glad that I came to my senses now and that not everything is about me. I've learned to care more for other people and appreciate them. But because of this, some of my courage was also gone, I became more quite and composed; not letting anyone get close to me easily. Writing my memories has also helped me remember my past self and see how I've changed in the past years.
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