When I tell people what I remember, I get weird looks. Looks saying, "Are you on drugs?" Sometimes I even get asked that (but just to clear the air here, I am most certainly not on drugs).
Anyway, my mind is like a jar filled with so much memories. Childhood memories. I remember the first time I realized I didn't have to wear shoes in the house. I told my dad this a few days ago and he told me he thought that that was 'complete nonsense' because I must've been around 2 then. I remember the first time I walked inside the very first school I was about to attend. Actually, I remember being in Daycare telling my teacher I'll be in Kindergarden soon. I also remember not knowing how to spell my name. And the list goes on. I cherish these memories, I truly do. If I had a list of 10 -maybe even 5- things that are important to me, my memories would be near the top.
How far can you remember? Do you remember how you felt? How old you were? How much do these memories mean to you? I'd love to read everyone's replies.
Anyway, my mind is like a jar filled with so much memories. Childhood memories. I remember the first time I realized I didn't have to wear shoes in the house. I told my dad this a few days ago and he told me he thought that that was 'complete nonsense' because I must've been around 2 then. I remember the first time I walked inside the very first school I was about to attend. Actually, I remember being in Daycare telling my teacher I'll be in Kindergarden soon. I also remember not knowing how to spell my name. And the list goes on. I cherish these memories, I truly do. If I had a list of 10 -maybe even 5- things that are important to me, my memories would be near the top.
How far can you remember? Do you remember how you felt? How old you were? How much do these memories mean to you? I'd love to read everyone's replies.
But my dad took me to the barbers and shaved me almost bald. Never again...
