For most us, our earliest memories are fragments of something which happened somewhere when we were between our preparatory school to early elementary school. Although, we could not really access the whole memories during childhood by today, we can still retrieve some of them, thankfully! Right now, as part of the 30-day blog challenge, I am going to describe in words some of my earliest memories.
MY EARLIEST MEMORIES
I can still remember one of my favorite family time – our father would bring us to Jover Lanes – a bowling range long gone now. Although I couldn’t understand what spare or strike meant before, I’d jump out of joy if I got them – feeling like a pro. My brother and I always bet who’d get higher score. Thinking about it now, no one actually lost because right after the bowling session, we’d head straight to Dunkin Donuts right beside the bowling range. DD was, is and will always be my favorite! It holds so much memories – even the earliest ones.
I believe this is by far the earliest – I remember my father and I had a session one summer afternoon. He was teaching me how to count from 1 to 20. Not really sure how old I was this time, I found it hard to count numbers beyond 20. He wanted me to see the pattern in counting and challenged me to count up to 100. And just so you know, parents would instruct kids to take an afternoon nap. So, did I. Guess what? This moment had been so memorable to me – I figured it all out in that afternoon nap dream. When I woke up, I was too excited to share it to my father. I was counting beyond 20 to 30, 40, 50 and so on. My father thought I cheated and didn’t believe me. But, it was really amazing!
I was admitted to Kinder 1 when I was four, and I remember how excited I was that I’d be joining a PE class – not only because I loved to play, but because of the P.E. uniform (haha) – all white, shirt tucked in. The day the P.E. uniform arrived, I hugged and wore it immediately even if class was already over.
I have nothing against our house helpers. In fact, I love all of those who became our helpers before. However, most of them were illiterate – they couldn’t write or read. Okay, so I remember one of them, who was also one of my faves. I’d stay inside her room before bedtime. She would then ask me to write love letters for her boyfriend. I would do the writing while she’d dictate the words. Still too young to understand what it really meant to have a boyfriend, all I was after really was to make sure I had proper margins and no erasure. Thinking about it, I guess that prepared me to write more love letters years after. That paved the way to me being hopeless romantic.
I still had more memories in mind, but I would only share the above this time. Now, recollecting these memories put a smile on my face. They remind me of my foolishness and innocence which turned out to be some of the most beautiful days in my life.
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Cha of Little Misadvencha is a Filipino Civil Engineer, researcher and a fur mom. She came from General Santos City and finds that everything in life teaches her a lesson. She is inspired to write about and out of her experiences, but later found out that it was her experiences that actually inspire her.