My Childhood Memories of Good and Evil Essay
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My days were happy ones before I started going to school, as I had lots of neighbors to play with from morning till dark. We played games outdoors and rode about on our bicycles happily. The undeveloped woods behind our homes provided endless opportunities for adventure. There were also many other games to occupy our time.
My earliest recollection of fear was when I was barely four years old. To this day I can still remember vividly my physical and social surroundings during the event. As I lay on my back in my family room I tossed a rubber ball up and down as I tried to ignore the boring TV program my father was watching: the evening news. All of a sudden my curiosity awoke when I heard the newscaster say the word, "kidnapped." I…show more content…
It was only about 5 in the evening, but at that instant the night sky turned dark and cold. I no longer felt like an invincible child, safe from all harm. I never saw the picture of the boy on the news, because I blocked my eyes from seeing his face and having to remember it forever. As a result of this instance, I became less trusting of strangers, and less willing to be alone, even if it was only to go to bed for the night. Also, I would never read articles or watch the news if the story was about a child that was missing. My favorite childhood TV program was "Punky Brewster," I think the only episode I missed was when her friend was kidnapped.
Though this early recollection of the child being kidnapped was harmful, there were news stories that allowed me to grow and dream about in a childhood fantasy world again. My next recollection of a news event was when I was about five years old. It was the marriage of Princess Diana and Prince Charles. Their televised wedding was the first time I had ever watched TV for that long at one sitting time. Not only did the televised wedding have an impact on me, but all the events that lead up to this miraculous event. Before I saw their wedding on TV I had felt sorry for Diana, she seemed like a lost soul. The press portrayed her just an ordinary kindergarten teacher, until her "prince" rescued her. I thought about how lucky she was to marry into the royal family. I can still envision the moment. As I
The past should be left alone because it no longer exists. Yet, it is good that I still own my memories. Things I want to engrave, or the things I want to forget, will leave traces in my minds. Sometimes recollection is a joy. Memory is like putting together the puzzle pieces of previous experiences. I believe memory is the core of the soul — like the bulb in the light, without it the light cannot shine.
Thank god that my dear grandmother had a great impact on me even though she is gone and perhaps without the impression of her grandchild before she went to heaven. She was just an average woman, but a little inquisitive. She would easily trust people’s advice, and sympathize with someone’s bad life. I lived with my grandmother until I was 10. More than three thousand days’ company with her left me with many delightful memories. She was the closest person to me besides my parents.
I believe memories are worth being recalled. I remember those mornings in my childhood in which I practiced Qigong with my grandma and a group of old people. I imitated her movement — left, right, up, down — it was really fun. She was so amused at my antics. I believe memories are warm. My grandma sat on the bed and was knitting a sweater for me. I believe memories are reprise. I remember times that I was pulling her arms, asking for her help to wear my hair in a braid. I believe memories are vivid. I can still see the picture of her bringing back Chinese sweet potatoes for me from market and I saw it is still hot and looks tasty. I believe memories are rainbows, always showing up after our tears.
When my grandmother got old, it seemed as if an eraser existed in her mind, gradually sweeping away her memories. She did not remember my grandfather, her friends, her children and her granddaughter. It is a grief that she did not remember me. When I saw her, all I could do was to remind her that I was her granddaughter, but she would forget it very quickly. Her smile was still charming, like a 10-year-old child. She was always repeating my name and nodded when I told her.
I cried a lot when she was gone. I knew that I could not ask her to stay forever but she was already preserved in my memories.
Can you imagine how gorgeous memories are? Nothing can touch the past except for memories. I believe memories are also painful; nevertheless, they make us grow. I believe when memories are gone, we would become a newborn baby. I believe memories bring us every expression that humans have. I believe I will be happy as long as I have my memories.
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