Polyalthia longifolia

Just today I remember excerpts from childhood. So there used to be this tree I used to be really afraid of. Polyalthia longifolia. Yes, I had to look up the name for the purpose of this post. Hehehe. Thank God I didn’t know the name at the time o. Because even the name would still scare my child-version.
For the life of me, I never understood how a tree could be that flexible. And then someone decides to decorate a whole street with it? My goodness! What is wrong with these adults? I never walked close to it. I don’t know what the leaves smell like. And I never walked close to it. I wrote that twice. See?

In fact, if I ever had to choose between being chased by a masquerade or by that tree, I think I’ll choose the masquerade. And for the records, I don’t like any.

My childhood friend at the time was no help either. Her stories never allowed my over-imaginative mind to rest. In fact, if the street is lonely or nightfall is approaching and I have to pass through that route I had to constantly look behind me while half walking half running. The tree was a real scare my people. And I think it had a whistling sound whenever it was breezy.

Well, I don’t know if I’m still afraid of that tree, but I’ve never really had a chance to go close to it. We’ll keep our distance, thank you very much. After all, we don’t want grown adults giving quite a drama for curious onlookers, do we now?
Nobody should tell me it’s just a tree o. How about you? Do you remember any childhood scare? Let’s laugh

21 thoughts on “Polyalthia longifolia”

  1. No way! no childhood scare to the greatest Don, never!. My twin bro and I on countless occasions would beat up masquerade to a pulp.
    I don’t know why am still stubborn till now?

    1. Hehehe. Wow
      Me i still run from masquerades o. Those things can behave like drunk puppets sometimes

  2. There is a particular tree I was so scared of during my childhood days, like it’s similar to the one you’re described here. Maybe you should include the tree in your article. Is this possible anyway?

    1. Hold on. I’ll find a picture. Then you’ll tell me which child won’t be scared of such trees lined on both sides of a path

  3. Natty brother

    My only childhood scare was getting the info from my mum I’m spending d next holiday with aunty mama (my mum’s elder sister). I could recall cold sensations like ice water running down my spine. I would look at my mum straight into the eyes and wonder if she actually understood this was a kiss of death.
    A holiday with aunty mama was like being ushered into the Naval Camp at One for a Direct Short Service Training.

    1. Hahaha. I can imagine such high strict measures. Worse still, on holidays. Not something any child would like

  4. Childhood scare,being born again “literally.”
    It terrified me,since I didn’t like enclosed spaces. My neighbour with her megaphone would shout “you must be born again” every morning,and I’d say to myself,”don’t think about it”. I know better now…

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