On toy guns and time traveling.

While reading the first sentence of The Life of Pi, sitting like an Indian on the floor of National Bookstore and waiting for my groupmates to arrive (We’re supposed to buy our gifts for our Secret Santa activity tomorrow), a little boy nudged me with his toy gun, making real life gun sounds with his voice. I was caught off guard, I usually let all my defenses down when I’m reading a book.

I raised my eyebrow and glanced at his mother who was flipping a book about Interior Design or something. She was so indulged with what she was reading while his son held me at gunpoint. So I acted as if I really was killed, I answered with ‘Argggh’ and ‘Aw’ with every bullet sounds that he mimicked.

We were both laughing hard when the child’s Mom returned the book on the shelf. She smiled at me and said, “Come now, Leo.”

Then I bid my little self goodbye.

WOW. JUST WOW.