We all have those moments in life when we think about something that happened during our childhood that was a special time for us. Right here and write now, write that memory from your childhood that still makes you smile. Perhaps it was because there was someone special in your memory or because it was during a memorable occasion or it was at a place you are connected to in life.
Right here and I can write it down now, my special childhood memory. I was about five years old and my mother had taken me to the marketplace to buy items for the day. My Mum introduced me to the world of shopping and I still enjoy doing it today. No, not the kind of shopping where you pick up the latest apparel or gadgets. The kind of fresh marketing, like selecting the best chicken and the freshest looking vegetables to cook for the day.
It was in the evening and I think there was a festival in the city that day, there were a lot of fireworks, lighting up the skies. My Mum and I did our shopping and as we were returning home, I spotted a shop selling tiny round sweets in what looked like a plastic tube with a rubber stopper at the end.
As I reached home, I was too excited and my hands just wanted to get to the sweets. I tried opening the tiny rubber stopper but it did not open. At that moment in my haste to get to the colorful sweets, I broke the clear-glass tube. The tube shattered, the tiny sweets scattered onto the floor, as I was sitting on my dad’s desk. I looked in horror at my left thumb which was bleeding. I was too shocked to cry. I was scolded by Mum who was alone at home, Dad had not yet returned from work. It was after an hour that the bleeding finally stopped.
That memory brings a smile to my face when I look at the tiny scar just below my left thumb. I think of Mum who passed away over 12 years ago. I miss my mother who taught me so much about life during the small talks we would have when I returned home from school. This is a special memory that I hold and cherish in my heart. My Mum, Joan was also my best friend.
Photo: Warren and his mother Joan