Primary School

I don’t really have photos about my Primary School but sure have some little things to talk about since I guess it contributed to the other topics that I talk about on this website.

Introduction

So my primary school is around 15 minutes of walk from my home. Me and my 4 other cousins (at that time) went to that school. We usually played a game named as “crocodile” during recess. Basically, one third of our grassy terrain was steeper. Most of us stayed on its top while one or two kids stayed down. The ones on top had to come down from time to time and the ones down (crocodiles) had to catch them. If one was to be caught, he/she was now a crocodile and the previous crocodile was free and was now in the team of the ones on top. There were also small pauses after unspecific intervals where I would regularly buy boiled brown chickpea or boiled nuts at the canteen. Then as we (me and my cousins) grew up, we started playing soccer among our classmates in different corners and with time, each of us moved to a secondary school and got kind of seperated.

My primary school for sure influenced me a lot and has been the source of a lot of ideas for some highlights of my childhood and for a lot of the stories that I share on this website. I was very creative and made up a lot of stories and games, most of which I still continue to update today. Sometimes during recess, I tried to think of original new things to do or of new ideas which could further improve the story of King which I was storing in my head. A lot of the characters making up the Monsters’ Book were originally created while I was talking to my cousins on the way back home after school.

As for the story of King, most of these monsters are connected to King and a lot of stuff that happened to me at primary school had a huge impact on King’s story. For example, there was a boy in my class and we both didn’t like each other. Due to events between us, the story talked about King and his enemy, Antonio being reborn on Earth to fight. I also had a crush on a girl in my class and in the story of King, she eventually was the latter’s wife. Then, there was a tree in my school yard. It was not particularly handsome but I loved how it always kept on standing strong. One small part of it was just plain and polished. This was where I’d supposedly place my hand for biometric authentication. That tree was also a kind of bridge for me to the planet of King and it stood as a source of magical powers. Me and my cousins could supposedly transform into a magical charater too. I would be King and them, his brothers. This took place when we were either at our limits of angriness or if we really needed to transform. With all these incidents and ideas, the story of King begun and with time, I kept on improving it so that everything made more sense and fell into place. You should probably read the story of King and other sections so that you can fully understand what I’ve been talking about on this page.