memories of childhood

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when i think back about my childhood, many vivid memories spring to my mind...some are pleasureable while some are painful...

Submitted: July 30, 2009

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When I think back about my childhood, many vivid memories spring to my mind. Some are pleasurable while some are painful. Regardless the quality I attach to these memories, they constitute the early experiment of my life, and they help to make me the person that I am today.

 

The most vivid memory that I have is about the time I fell from a coconut tree. Though I fell about three feet, I dislocated my elbow. I can still recall the process of falling and the immense pain and discomfort afterwards. I was about 5 at the time. That accident made me extra careful whenever I climb a tree. A repeat of the experience is definitely not welcome.

 

As I grew older, I remember sitting sidesaddle on the horizontal bar of my elder brother’s bicycle while he pedaled us forward a small farm nearby. There we would buy some fruits that cost only a few cents each. Then we would feed ourselves on the way back. I had to watch out for the police because my brother told me that if I were to be caught riding sidesaddle, the police would arrest me and put me in jail. Now I know that he was just frightening me to be on the alert. He was too lazy to watch out for the police himself.

 

My elder brother taught me many things. I learned to make flyable kites and spinning the tops. In addition, we would go around the fringe of countryside catching tiny tropical fishes. We used to catch fighting-fish, tiger barbs, guppies and various other colourful fishes. We kept them in all sorts of containers.

 

Catching fish had its up and down situation. Ups when we managed to catch a small amount of fish, and downs when we became the victims on the water leeches. Ugh! Just thinking of them makes my skin crawl. The first time I saw two back slimy leeches stuck fast onto my legs all I could do was scream. I was in utter panic until my brother came to rescue me by removing the leeches. This way is not an easy task. He had to put saliva onto the head of the leeches before he could manage to pull them from my leg. The places where the leeches had bitten would continue to bleed for some time. Later, as the year raised by, I learned to remove the leeches myself.

 

We learned to respect the living creatures in the countryside. No single living being rules nature. We are the hunters and the hunted at the same time. The most important thing is to recognize our position.

 

Later on, my elder brother went overseas for further studies. I miss him, but fortunately, I had a group of friends living in the neighbourhood. We could play all sorts of games and go exploring all sorts of places. We were lucky to live at the fringe of town where the natural surrounding is not destroying yet.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

But, now the streams and farm are gone, the victims of development. No longer can we catch any fish in the black waters of the polluted drain that was once a stream of cool clear waters brimming with life. No longer too can we hear the call of the birds and animals. In stead, we hear impatient blast of car horns and the roar of bulldozers churning up the once beautiful land and houses. I wonder what sort of childhood memories the children living in these houses will have.

 

As the years rolled by, my friends and I grew up. Most of them have left the neighbourhood for more lucrative jobs in the big cities. Some of us remain. One committed suicide. We have lost our childhood. We are like strangers to one another now for we have our separate lives to live. The only thing that binds us together is the fact that we share the same childhood memories, memories we will always tresure._amirulrasyid


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