{"id":96,"date":"2007-11-15T04:52:00","date_gmt":"2007-11-15T09:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/escribble.wordpress.com\/2007\/11\/15\/qotd-hey-i-was-just-a-kid\/"},"modified":"2007-11-15T04:52:00","modified_gmt":"2007-11-15T09:52:00","slug":"qotd-hey-i-was-just-a-kid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kirantarun.com\/blog\/2007\/11\/15\/qotd-hey-i-was-just-a-kid\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: Hey, I Was Just A Kid!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>What did you do as a child that you feel guilty about even to this day?<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"snap_preview\">\n<p>While growing up, my family raised baby chickens, correct term <em><strong>&#8216;chicks&#8217;<\/strong><\/em> in our backyard at my hometown in Malaysia. I was 5 or 6 years old when I started adoring <em>chicks<\/em>. I played endlessly and sometimes refuse to eat my meals unless the <em>chicks<\/em> ate with me as well. I know it sounds weird, but I was so young at that time *blush*.<\/p>\n<p>One morning, my dad took me to the local supermarket to get some meat from our butcher. I was so excited when we arrived. I saw <em>chicks<\/em> are sold in the market as well. But I was more intrigued with the variety of colors on the furry feathers of the <em>chicks<\/em>. I was so anxious to own all of them. Heck, dad had to buy for me. I got them home and immediately try to get the colored <em>chicks<\/em> acquainted with the dull ones.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/commons\/5\/54\/Day_old_chick_black_background.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:400px;margin:0 auto 10px;\" src=\"http:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/commons\/5\/54\/Day_old_chick_black_background.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<div class=\"enclosure-item photo-asset last\">\n<div class=\"enclosure-meta\">\n<div class=\"enclosure-asset-name\">Over few days, it became a dull routine playing the same games with the baby <em>chicks<\/em>. So, I cooked up a strange idea (don&#8217;t forget, I was only 5 years old at that time), and decided to bury the baby <em>chicks<\/em> in the ground. I only bury till it&#8217;s neck, meaning the baby <em>chicks<\/em> head were sticking out on the ground. And I continued playing with the baby <em>chicks<\/em> till my mom came and rescued them, the same day, not to worry. At that time, I thought they looked so adorable with colorful fur and beak, pecking away in the afternoon dust. Now, whenever I see a baby<em> chick<\/em>, I feel so guilty of what I did when I was a child. I wish I could turn back the time. Please forgive me baby <em>chicks<\/em>. I have repent from my mistakes.<\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<p>xoxo<\/p>\n<p>encl. image from <a class=\"snap_shots\" href=\"http:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/commons\/5\/54\/Day_old_chick_black_background.jpg\"><span style=\"color:rgb(210,16,16);\">wikipedia.<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What did you do as a child that you feel guilty about even to this day? While growing up, my family raised baby chickens, correct term &#8216;chicks&#8217; in our backyard at my hometown in Malaysia. I was 5 or 6 years old when I started adoring chicks. 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