The following piece was submitted on November 30th, 2005 as an assignment on “A childhood memory” during Creative Writing class.
I am not trying to be funny when I state that once in my life I wished for a donkey. I was obsessed with horses ever since I learned of their existence, as I still am. I always put demands forward to my parents to buy me a horse, and they never complied.
Never losing hope, I opted for a donkey. I figured, ” If they do not want to get me a horse because it is expensive, then a donkey will certainly do!”. I think some supernatural power overheard my innermost plans and granted me them.
I was sitting in a minimalist house in a village called Samara in Karak, where my family used to spend the weekends. A regular weekend would end with nothing exceptional taking place, perhaps a lizard here or there, or an injury, that’s about it. Not anything flashy and - it came out of nowhere; a donkey on the loose wandered into the room where I was sitting.
The image that haunts me of that day is surreal. The way the donkey came inside the room, engulfed in light and terribly confused, was dreamlike. I gave the poor creature a name and my father helped me give him basic, yet urgent, medical attention. His leg was severely scratched and he was very thirsty. I was amazed at the quantity of water that a donkey can consume; I had had no prior experience in this field.
Later on in the day, a woman came and claimed the donkey. She said it was hers and had run away in the morning after, in a magical sense again, having liberated itself from the rope that tied it to a fixed spot. I cried.
Tololy,that was so pleasant to read,and it also made me want to ask you something..I will e-mail you now!
i always wanted a horse :( my parents said we have no space for that horse if we brought it.. i said we can throw our sofa’s and tables and make that guests room for the horse :| they laughed and still talk about it since i was 6 year old!! and i dono why they see it funny :(
This story is a dreamlike!<br />I think every one of us had his/her own childhood dreams which came true for some and didnt for others … <br />our childhood dreams which didnt come true stay inside us in a special point of our hearts and they never go away!<br />
<p>Dear tololy,</p>
<p align="justify">this is the first time i write you a comment, and i always try to remember you name "tololy", but unfortunately I give up, i begin tolo…then i say tolo. something, my behavior is funny.</p>
<p align="justify">I just want to tell you that i like your writing-style, its the way i like to write in my blog.</p>
<p align="justify">by the way, i like the design of your blog, and think its the most beautiful </p>
<p align="justify">design on JP, don’t tell anyone ;)</p>
<p align="justify">Cheerz</p>
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I wanted a boa constrictor… but not one that had swallowed an elephant.<br /><br />
i think every little girl’s dream is to have a pony :) When we were visiting Jordan a few years back, my younger sister saw a donkey passing by near my aunt’s house and she started telling everyone that she wants to go "pet it." They took her and she started petting the donkey (yuck!) and asked to ride it. The whole family jokes about that all the time, that she liked the 7mar :) <br />
wow.. interesting story.. it was a joy to read.. i wish i had a pony too! :)
Why do all girls want ponies?
love the story! I always wanted a Tarauntula and still do!
<p>Because ponies are beautiful creatures, Peter S. . Now I am desperate for an Iguana, however.</p>
<p>I never got the chance to welcome a number of commentators into Tololy’s Box, and that does not seem perfectly right. Welcome, Jano, 7ala, Eyad, Peter S., and Mona. Do not hesitate to share your minds :) And, proper hospitality rites dictate this, a nice welcome back for Salam, Gandhi, Moi, and Beti. Hopefully, you will always find something in the Box to reflect upon, or smile at, possibly even to argue with.</p>
<p>morning,</p>
<p>it seems that this post has something more than just interesting, yesterday while i was speaking to an American guy, he asked me if i know any story about animal, no! i really don’t know any, and suddenly i remembered u story "the donkey" Oops! the cute donkey, he liked it, then I discovered that i was fond of Donkeys myself, and remembered my mom telling me how i was riding on the back of the donkey when i was a child with my father, funny, i only remembered that after i read, told u story :)</p>
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yeah i remember that…I wonder what happened to LouLou?????????
hahaha LouLou!!! You guys are so funny; I miss you guys.