So today is 6 years.
6 adventurous years.
6 years of sky-diving adventures and falling-in-the-mud episodes.
6 years of (sometimes constant and persistent) food-cravings that sometimes drive me up wall thinking I am some cousin of Spiderman.
6 years of wondering when will all this come to an end. Will I only be free from all this when I grow old and die?
The good thing is I learned how to cook. And I learned how to live.
I guess that is enough to keep me going on till I hit 7 years.