Childborn Leader

I was an admin of a Neopets guild of 200+ members when I was 11 or 12 years old and top leader of non-official “clubs” or cliques in elementary school (had my own little crew). Some of my fellow online players thought I was a lot older than my actual age (even at the age of 10) because of my grammar, spelling, and choice of words in comparison to many others. My youngest brother would make fun of me all the time for using sh*tty grammar (chatspeak). So by the age of 10 I realized all the high leveled/respectable players I observed typed formally so I decided to change my way of typing.

The former admin of the guild decided to retire and thought I, a 12 year old, had the capabilities out of everyone else to be top leader of the guild so she handed over the guild onto me. The guild, which was a forums avatar collecting guild, was going relatively well beneath my reign and managed to reach a major goal (achieving a rare avatar thanks to Neopet gold donations and fundraising shops by members). Sadly, my reign over the guild didn’t last long as I was punished by my youngest brother for spending too much time on the computer, particularly on Neopets (and Runescape). I had to resign as I was no longer able to look after my beloved guild and I didn’t want it to fall apart in my hands either so I gave up my ownership of the guild to someone else I deemed who would be responsible enough (fellow admin who was 2nd in command). My friends and followers were probably wondering what happened to my whereabouts. I even had an online boyfriend (I had many online boyfriends though often monogamously) and an online girlfriend (she had the tendency to blush until her face goes red) who would regularly keep in contact as I had another account pretending to be a 14-15 year old teenage boy and a fictional older brother of mine...she had no idea it was me the whole time. The love she and my male alias had was purely innocent. Anyhow, these online lovers of mine were probably crying in pain wondering where my aliases went. My brother who banned me from my beloved virtual worlds would playfully call me “Admin Cynthia” with a mix of respect and a little bit of contempt. Too bad he didn’t know it was a shame I had to let down so many people.

If you were to ask what was my favourite type of neopet it would be the little dragon, shoyru.

I was also one of the leaders for some Runescape RPG “clans” before Runescape clans were made official even (i.e. The Monk Guild where all of us wore monk outfits and our headquarters were set in the monk monastery by Varrock and now Edgeville...(former) Runescapers would know what I'm talking about).

When I was a little kid I was known by my peers to be a trouble-maker and "bossy". In elementary school, almost every lunch-break my groupie and I would have club meetings (take in mind we were just kids ranging from Kindergarten to 6th grade). We would also host performances for each other to show off our talents (I remember I would bring in the costumes). We would share stories about supernatural things. Go ghost hunting at our school (because there were rumours that someone got murdered in the abandoned girls changing room downstairs in the gym beside the stage). I remember the changing room…it was really large, empty, and had a very small washroom with a toilet and sink. It felt really cold too but dang, that would have made a fantastic hideout for a secret club. Thirsting from curiousity I remember I would set out missions for us to go on a ghost hunt. We were climbing up a ladder on the stage; one of my childhood friends (her name was Shanna) was the first one up while the rest of us followed behind. She screamed and said there was a circle of lit candles and as if someone is currently there. We quickly jumped off the ladder. I wish I saw with my own eyes what she may have possibly seen but I was too scared to and in that moment of time valued my life over my curiosity. Of course, we eventually got in trouble by the school staff who told us not to go snooping around the area of the abandoned washroom anymore or else we may get detention because they were worried for our safety…(or that we may possibly discover what was going on deep within that school?)

Besides the childhood bullying and ostracism, those were the good old days. You know, I think I was made for this. To lead. To create an impact.