Loads of people often tell me that it is a waste of money to bring children for expensive holidays, cause they will not be able to remember anything.
But I beg to differ.
At my already maturing age, which is ahem, 28, I often have snap flashes of my childhood, and the wierd part is, I can vividly remember how I was feeling.
The moments were not neccessarily vavavoom and super significant of cause.
I remembered waking up from a nap, saw 2 balloons and struggling to grab the both of them before sitting satisfyingly in a corner to play with them.
I remembered getting scolded very badly for one of my birthdays in a strange house and feeling very frightened. i remembered that the cake was white with peanuts at the side.
I remembered the sweet face of my dear ah ma when she was picking out the bean sprouts from the fried bee hoon that we bought from the market cause i hate the taste of it.
I remembered feeling super crazily sad that my mom was heading to work sneakily and was found out. I remembered crying out loud for her to come back while she trotted madly away along the corridor.
I remembered witnessing all the painful things that happened at ah ma's house, so much so that sometimes, i still dream of them in my sleep, even though my grandparents do not stay there anymore.
I believed that all these happened when i was not even 4 or 5 years old.
I want my little ones to have good memories.
I strongly believed that even if they cant remember what happened, they can remember the feelings that they went through
I want the lil ones to be reminded of all the good memories in their childhood.
And I want them to remember me the way I remember ah ma - sweet.
Friday, July 2, 2010
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