memories

I remember a nursery. I was there most of the time when I was about 3-4 years old. I used to play hide and seek with the other kids there. I was one of the youngest there. (At present, I'm not apart of the younger crowd anymore but things are changing a bit). Also at that time, it was just me and my brother in the family. No younger sisters yet. We used to have to take naps during the day. It was a fun time but I always missed my parents and would wanna go home.

I remember my first music class in primary school. I was scold for swearing, and I didn't even realize it. We were learning how to read notes. You know, the one on paper...F.A.C.E..."Fucker!" I shouted in class. That was how I learnt about swear words. I was 7.

I remember having a blue tricycle. My brother had the exact same one but it was red instead. They had plastic rims and the wheels were full rubber. As we grew older, we adjusted the two 'support' wheels ourselves to turn it into a proper bicycle. We grew too quickly and before I knew it, I was too heavy for it to support. The plastic rims gave in and smashed into pieces.

I remember quite a significant amount of my childhood. Somehow older memories tend to stick better than recent ones. These past 5-10 years just seem to pass in a blur. Before we know it, everything is too fast and blurred that it becomes blinding. Nothing but white light.

I wonder if we have memories of the future.

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