Yes you read that right! Read on to find out why I said newspaper is yummy!
Earlier today, I was on my usual round of blog hopping - checking out the blogs that I followed and posting my comments and then I came across this post from one of my favorite bloggy friend (Mama's Little Chick) and the picture of her cute daughter with a newspaper hat suddenly reminded me of something silly I did back when I was really young... about 4 years old or so... surprising I could remember this childhood memory of mine hahaha...
For those of you who followed my blog, please don't start thinking that I am really naughty and mischievious (wait a minute... I'm having this Déjà vu moment... Yikes!! That is usually what I said about Benjamin! Hah!) Yes, I know I blogged previously about my horrible childhood where I actually stuffed some red saga seeds into my nostril and got it stuck...
So anyway, when I was around 4 years old, we lived in this 2 storey terrace house and although there are 2 bedrooms and a living room on the 2nd floor, I remembered every night our whole family will bunked in and sleep on the ground floor's living room (there are only 4 of us in the family: dad, mum, my elder brother and myself) I'm not sure why we don't sleep upstair (I think there are some eerie occurrences or something during night time) but I remembered mum used to do a lot of sewing last time (during day time of course).
Her sewing machine is located on the 2nd floor and she always piles up a stack of newspaper on the foot rest when she's not using the sewing machine. So being young and curious, I'd be wandering and toddling around on the 2nd floor accompanying my mum while she did her sewing.
(*Image taken from Google image search)
Again, I am not sure how it started but I remembered squatting down near her sewing machine one time and checking out the yellowing newspaper... and then I started tearing off a very small piece of the yellowing newspaper.
And I shoved it into my mouth.
And I started chewing it.
And I swallowed the newspaper bits.
And I repeated the act over and over again - everytime mum did her sewing.
I don't know how long this goes on or how often I eat those newspapers... I do remember by the time we shifted out of the house to a government flat nearby, I was going to be 7 years old. Am not sure whether those newspaper I ate are harmful but yeah... at that age, it is kinda yummy... probably because it is yellowing and OK, OK, it's gross... I don't think I should continue on further... hahahaha...
So, that's it... another one of my memorable childhood experiences...
Next time you see a newspaper, think about a little girl who ate it for ermm... 3 years??
(*Picture of Ben above rubbing his tummy... contented? ;P)
BURPPPPPPPPP!!!
YUMMY!! Hehehehe...
