Once upon a time, when I was a little girl…

Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, I used to sneak into my parent’s room when I was roused in the middle of the night because of nightmares. Of course it was not always nightmares. Sometimes, I sneaked into my parents room because I wet the bed.

I never did favoured sleeping in the dark. It scares me. It scares me terribly when I’m alone in the dark, because daddy used to tell me that there are monsters in the closet, under the bed and inside the toilet bowl, waiting to come out to eat and bring naughty little girls away from their home if they don’t behave or stay awake pass their bedtime.

You see… I was no angel when I was a child. I was a little rascal. I was a rather opinionated child. I never liked to go to bed early, because I hate to sleep alone.

I was daddy’s little girl, and can often be found begging him to tell me bedtime stories over and over again. His stories were no ordinary fairy tales with dashing princes riding off into the sunset on a white stallion with pretty princesses in his arms. They are much better than fairy tales. Yes, they are much, much better. It usually started with “On a dark, stormy night, there was a nasty, horrible looking witch. She cackled and knocks on a castle’s door with her long, skull staff…the castle’s door creaked opened…”

Daddy’s stories are very interesting, but it often made me fear the dark. And so, when he’s too tired to tell me anymore stories, he would kiss me goodnight and join my mum in their bedroom. As soon as he closed my bedroom door, I would snuggle into the cover cuz I felt as if the monsters are watching me, waiting to claw on me and take me away from my mummy and daddy and feed me to the Goblin King.

Yes, my daddy might not know this, but his bedtime stories made my imaginations goes rampage. His stories may have scare me, but I will always ask him to tell me his made up stories over and over again. I could never grew tired of it, as it’s no ordinary stories. There are no ridiculous girls with glass slippers waiting for a prince to marry her or even a girl who fell asleep for a hundred years. There’s no such thing, but there’s adventures in each of my daddy’s stories.

I like those stories. Daddy was a great storyteller. It’s just too bad that he’s not an author. He would have made a great one. And you know what? I’m no longer a little girl. I’m all grown up now with family of my own, and yet, I still asked him to tell me those stories when I meet him every now and then…because those stories never had an ending. I wanted to know how it ended!

Unfortunately for me, it is up to me to imagine the endings, because my daddy hits me with the truth. He merely made up the stories as he goes. He told me, he doesn’t know how it actually ended and only continued to tell me bedtime stories when I was a little girl in hopes that I’ll grow bored of the stories and fall asleep. He didn’t know that his plans actually backfires and I got addicted to his bedtime stories.

Sometimes, I wish that I’m a little girl again. Daddy’s little girl, for I missed those bedtime stories, and the times where I can sneak into my parents room and I’ll be comforted when I wake up crying in the middle of the night because of nightmares.

Remembering my bedtime stories session with my daddy makes me wonder, how many of you out there takes the time to tell bedtime stories to your little children? Do you grace them with your presence in their bedroom and take some time to tell them stories? You might not know this… but simple things like a bedtime stories can be erected in children’s memories forever.

Cleffairy: I wonder, how many of the children in the modern and hi-tech era will grow up to tell others that their mummies and daddies told them bedtime stories?

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25 Responses to Once upon a time, when I was a little girl…

  1. CHVoon says:

    like that … i try not to tell bed stories to my daughter lo hahaha

    if she just like you… i think i am the one sleep first

    • cleffairy says:

      LOL… my dad had to make up his own stories, cuz I asked too many question. Fairy tales are not for me lerr… LOL… tell me stories about Cinderella, I’ll ask why her slippers dun make her feet bleed? Or tell me Sleeping Beauty, I’ll ask why the Prince kiss her? She sure got bad breath worr, sleep for 100 years, never brushes her teeth. LMAO…imagine become my dad, can pengsan wan! Ahahaha…

      If your daughter like me horr, you oso must find ways to trick her to sleep wan.. ahahaha…

  2. kelvin says:

    I will tell them History if i have kids!

    • cleffairy says:

      Your kids confirm will sleep if you tell them history. Apparently, my dad wasn’t smart enuff to tell me histories. Would have spare him the agony of telling me stories!

  3. suituapui says:

    I remember doing it once when I could not sleep. Dunno how old I was then…and I crept in between my parents in their bed…and dozed off instantly!

    • cleffairy says:

      Ahahaha… I think a lot of children also do that when they are young. My sister didn’t stop sleeping with them til she’s 12! Spoiled rotten wan, my kid sister!

  4. eugene says:

    Share with me more about your daddy,i guess i can gather a lot of pointers from him……….

    • cleffairy says:

      :-P my daddy is actually a very strict person… but he allowed us to be children until certain age. I have lotsa good memories about him, maybe next time I’ll talk about him more. LOL…

  5. junsern says:

    i know what u mean! cherish ur parents alot! really alot! i am doing that now after seeing my dad fell ill… it suddenly hit me… my dad is not that young anymore… he was always there for me when i was sick… now its my turn to return that favour. take good care of him! like how he did for me…

    • cleffairy says:

      *sigh* I get what you mean, Junsern. :( In my mind, my dad is 30++ forever. Sounds weird huh? I ofte forget that he’s not so young anymore too. :( He’s in his early 50s now. So is my mum. I never wanted them to grow old, but this is life, isn’t it? We’re coming full circle…you’re right… it’s time for us to return their favour.

  6. Christopher says:

    Didn’t really tell bedtime stories to my kid but do tell him stories at times , in order to ‘discipline’ him! lol… btw, he’s scared of late, probably due to too much playing, and wanted to sleep with us instead of in his own room.

    • cleffairy says:

      I’m like my dad… all my stories, cannot pakai wan. LOL… all my own creation. Even when I tell fairy tales, I tend to twist and turn. Not original liao.

      Your boy have problem sleeping? Dun let him play too much during the day lorr. Too tired will get nightmares lerr!

  7. Merryn says:

    u got me there cleffairy. I dun really tell ethan bedtime story neither. I just lullaby him to sleep. I see u got ur daddy’s genes, u tell great stories too :D

    • cleffairy says:

      LOL… my dad will knock his head on the wall if he heard you say that. Why? Because he never wanted me to grow up to be involved in writing line. He wanted me to be good in maths, and become an engineer like him! Ahahahaha… poor guy… I ended up writing craps. =.=

      Me tell great stories? My bedtime stories will never pass as children’s stories. Just like my dad’s! In our stories, there’s hardly prince or princesses…but there’s always monsters! LOL…

  8. Cheeyee says:

    You are so lucky to have a dad who tell you bedtime stories. Ah I feel so jealous! LOL

    • cleffairy says:

      I bet he just wanna get me to sleep and wun bother him and mum! Ahahaha… I talked too much when I was a little girl. The only way to make me shut up is to tell me stories. LOL…

  9. tuti says:

    he nurtured your gift of writing from young. ;)
    great dad.

    • cleffairy says:

      Psssttt…. he dunno that! He always wanted me to be an engineer… but then… i can’t even do maths and physics right! LOL… ended up majoring in Journalism. He’s so pissed!

  10. manglish says:

    hmmmm my guess is close to zero? hahahhaah happy new year

    • cleffairy says:

      My guess too. Children these days are too high tech. Parents dun really need to tell them bedtime stories to make them fall asleep. They can play online games til fall asleep wan! Happy New Year, Manglish!

  11. claire says:

    So… did u tell these type of stories to your son? :) He will grow up to be a great writer like u..

    • cleffairy says:

      LOL…yeah… I tell him that sort of stories. But mine consist of Malaysian Politicians turn awry. Scarier than my dad. You see… tell him the stories of how A Mongolian Princess get bombed by so and so… (horrible, huh?)But not really during bedtime. Ahahaha…

  12. CK says:

    I guess not many. Nowadays kids have computer, handphone and parent is busying with work…not much time to talk either. Bedtime story? I guess will be very hard.
    But if I have kids, I will make sure I do that.

    • cleffairy says:

      I guess sometimes, it’s good to be back to basic. We rely too much on technology to do things for us, don’t we? It’s funny how we hardly talk to friends either. Instead, we use twitter, sms, facebook to communicate.

  13. JennyC says:

    Wonderful story and it’s great how you remembered that special time with your Dad. I love reading stories with my daughter at night and she always asks for one more so I’m sure she enjoys hearing them as well. Thanks for sharing your story :)

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