GLITTER DUST OF MY MIND. SOLILOQUY.
Today, is the first day after my birthday. As August 31 hit, 12am, I looked at my phone and smiled. God is loving, sweet, wonderful and awesome. He gave me another year completed again and it was a great year. I closed my eyes and said a prayer thanking God of everything in my life and for all the memories from the day I started to have a memory :) Hahahha! Does that makes sense?
If you close your eyes right now and rewind your whole life like a movie, what is the very first scene? Try that now. Rewind as far as you could and remember as hard as you can, digging to the oldest memory you have stored. Then freeze on that memory. Let me share mine. I probably was 2years old and a half. Mommy brought me to school for the first time. I was introduced to the class as Tata Honey (Little Girl Honey). Very small, short hair Dora style, I had bangs on my forehead like it was chopped up silly! By the way, it was called "Bangs" back then, now they called "Fringes". Long time ago when playgroup didn't exist and your mom is most excited for you to start school, I was mixed with kids older than me. Some of them were 4yrs old and some 5yrs old. I always remember overhearing this line whenever the other moms see me; "oh this is your kid? She don't look very much like you! Probably looks more like the dad!" And hearing that all the time at a very young age that I wasn't beautiful cause I always thought that my Mom was the most beautiful girl in the world. In my head, if I don't look like Mom and I look more like Dad, when back then Dad was all beard and mafia tough guy, wow, I must look like a boy! Too early for identity crisis! Whenever they have an activity, I remember I get excused, either I had fallen asleep in the class or I'm too busy writing on the classroom walls instead of my paper. And then my classmates call me "the flower", just let her be, let her do her stuff.Which later I found out, this is because you can join the games and play but you don't count! And so I remember my young heartache as a 3year old when it was school recognition. Mommy dressed me up in a beautiful white dress with a Princess crown on my head. At the recognition day, I watched my classmates go up the stage and it looked like some graduation to me. I waited and waited for my name to be called. As I kept waiting and hoping, I wasn't called and I asked Mommy why. She explained that my classmates will go to the next level because they were older by age. I remember I cried, I was heartbroken cause they will all leave and I'll lose playmates. Then I remember my teacher, her name was Belen. She gave me a ribbon and placed it on my chest. She said it will be okay, the good side of it is that, I will have new playmates every year! And I was happy again :) What about you? What's your earliest memory? Would you share it? |
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And now these three remain: FAITH HOPE LOVE. But the greatest of these is LOVE. I LOVE to write, about LIFE, LOVE, PEOPLE, EXPERIENCE, day to day life and INSIGHS. I love to Travel. I write about experience, culture, highlights and knowledge. May this site serve you well. I will be open for comments and suggestions, as well as topics I could write about. Thank you very much. Enjoy! |