After reading millions and millions of blog posts from people all over the world, I was inspired to jump on the bandwagon and begin blogging. When I get older and start losing my memory, I can look back to this and remember my childhood as well as laugh at my thoughts in the teen years.
People often say that it’s the most unmemorable parts of your childhood that you remember best, such as eating ice cream with your dad, going to the nearby park to play, etc… I have a pretty detailed memory and every so often, I get flashbacks of events that occurred way back when I was just a baby. The oldest two memories that I can recall go way way back and I can’t figure out which one came first. One of them involved me standing at the top of some tall stairs in my grandma’s house back in Taiwan. I was crying because my dad was leaving but he got me to stop by telling me that he was going to work and would be back later. Then I stood there at the top of the stairs watching him go down and leave and after he closed the door, I cried more and peed my pants. I remember because it was warm and I could see pee traveling down the stairs like a slinkee. He disappeared for several months and my grandparents took care of me for that time. I now know that he was busy making money so that my mom could go to college in Chicago and so we could have a better life in the U.S. Therefore, I forgive him for that little white lie which could have scarred me for life. Maybe it did. who knows.
The second memory is a little dumber and less dramatic. After I was born, I guess I was a shy baby or something because I never said a word. I remember sitting in a “baby seat thingee that you tie babies to in the backseat while you drive” and looking outside at the mountains. I’m pretty sure that although I didn’t talk back then, I was a pretty good listener because I was listening to my parents conversation. My parents were discussing how concerned they were that I never said anything and they thought I was dumb. (not intelligent-wise but speaking-wise) My dad started laughing when my mom suggested that I was dumb and then I got mad so i yelled, “SHUT UP IT’S NOT FUNNY.” And I think those were the first words, or maybe sentence, to come out of my mouth. It’s very strange; I guess I was just a disrespectful little baby but my parents never stop telling me that story because they were so surprised that I understood them, let alone be able to talk.
So, sadly, those two memories are the oldest memories I can recall of my short baby life. Maybe one day, I will suddenly get a flashback of an older memory and if I do, I’ll write about it here. I’m pretty sure I’ll run out of memories pretty quickly and when that happens, I’ll just start writing about random stuff. Aspirations, goals, dreams, and all that nonsense.