“She doesn’t speak too much, but she is a thinker. She has her coffee, books, and music. She has her style. There’s something so profound in her eyes. That’s why she writes her thoughts here. She has power, and she is not afraid to be different. Just the way she is. And here is she, my Pure and Divine Soul”.- Miss Aries
For me, memory means more than just a simple escape from our reality. Memory shows me how much I’ve grown as a person from my past. Memory reminds me that I’ve lived. Childhood memory is unique for everyone. There are many different childhood memories that I can remember that made an impact on how my personality is today. Do you think about past events from your childhood and notice how they’ve impacted you?
Some memories make me happy, but others make me grow up. Memories can be as vivid as the day they occurred. In my opinion, this is truest when it comes to childhood memories. When I recall my childhood memories, there are many stories. As a child, my parents, siblings, and I went every summer to my native place/ village in Gujarat, India. These are where some of my fondest childhood memories have occurred and remain with me to this day. On these vacations, I spent time with my family, heard my mom’s and my dad’s memories, explored nature, and enjoyed the quiet. Everyday life left us little time to spend together. And, of course, farms, trees, lakes, and Birds, animals are part of my childhood memories. I was honored to travel in bullock carts when I was a kid. Traveling in a cart is an enjoyable experience because it moves at a very swaying speed. But now it has been a long when I have traveled in one. Spending time in the beautiful weather was my favorite part of the Native place vacation trip.
Well, there is a memory that I can recall right now that is an adorable one. I Would restart the video game whenever I knew I would lose. I Had that one pen with four colors and tried to push all the buttons simultaneously. I Waited behind a door to scare someone, then left because they took too long to come out. I Used to think that the moon followed me, even now too. I tried to balance the switch between on/Off. The only thing I had to take care of was a school bag. When I swallowed a fruit seed, I was scared that a tree would grow in my tummy. I closed the fridge extremely slowly to see when the lights went off. I Walked into a room, forgot what I needed, walked out, and then remembered. Watching two drops of rain roll down the window and pretending it was a race. I’ve considered some of the most outstanding childhood memories that grab me by the feels and bring me back. This left me in tears. The funny thing is, we can’t control the memories we carry with us, can we?
My childhood has made me a kind, trusting person. I grew up as independent children without my parents having to keep a close eye on me every second of the day. This freedom molded me into a very trusting person today. That can be viewed both positively and negatively. On the plus side, I am a straightforward person. I see the innocence in each person I meet, allowing a personal relationship to create at the first hello. This has opened a wide array of friends, and I feel fortunate to be blessed with friends. I believe my circumstances as a child have helped form my identity today. I would not change who I am and do not regret growing up where I did.
I formed dependable relationships that I will have throughout life and memories that will never perish. I have been grateful to people ever since and made my loved ones realize how much they mean to me from time to time. Nothing is more tragic than losing someone you never got to thank or tell how much you value them. I have already grown up, but I still remember this childhood experience, and these memories keep reminding me not to let death lead to guilt and regrets and to make the best use of my time. I will cherish everything the childhood experience taught me and shaped me today into who I am.
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