17 Years Ago...

When I was younger, not that I'm not young now but years back, I still remember vividly of being madly in love with Shawn Michaels. I was 1 year old that time. He's a wrestler actually. My brother told me that whenever Michaels comes out to the ring with his theme music, I would jump like a maniac. On a contrary, whenever The Undertaker comes out accompanied by Paul Bearer, I would run for my life and hide behind the refrigerator. The Undertaker and Goldust used to freak me out back in those days. I even cried when I saw those guys popping on the telly. But Paul Bearer, the hideous looking creature, never failed to give me nightmares. One day, I woke up from a dream and was crying my heart out. My parents were curious and asked me what's wrong. I said,

"Nightmare"
"What is it?"
"Shawn Michaels dies"

I don't know what was the humour in the statement I made but my parents and my brothers as well, never before laughed at me like that.

The Undertaker successfully freaked the heck out of me. I mean he was my worst nightmare.
Yeah, this guy made the innocent a year old Shamin cried.

I remember my brothers used to wrestle and I was the referee. My second brother made the title belts from manila cards for each of us. I was the Women's Champion (beware ladies..I'm deadly). It was pink in colour. We had a lot of fun in the 90s. Ahh, miss those days.

Now, I wanna be the 1 year old Shamin who never worried about anything, had fun 24/7, well fed by mom, tossed in the air and caught back by dad, had young fun loving protective brothers to play with. I would do anything just to be who I was again. Even if it's only for one day, it'll be worth of a thousand years. Even if one of the encounters that I may have to face when my age turns back to 1 is to meet The Undertaker in person, I don't care.