8 x 8 = Sitting on my dad's lap
By: Marlene Putter
I was a greenish eyed curly blond hair little girl at the age of 10 when life's problems and questions started creeping into my life.
I realised that people wear shoes everywhere – even on the soft green grass – and within a few years that will be expected of me. I saw the little boy begging for money outside the McDonalds, and I wondered about his life. My friend told me that Santa Clause didn't really exist and I had a hard time convincing her. I started to question why people are always in a hurry to get to the next place while they just arrived a few moments ago. I wondered why people didn't work for fun but for money. I had to eat all my vegetables before leaving the table with mealtimes. And with all of these things swirling around in my mind another big problem hit me – the eight times table.