Why is recounting one's childhood memories important? Childhood plays an
important part in the development of an individual and how they grow as
people. It is supposed to be a time of enjoyment, playfulness and
innocence, but most of all, it's a time of exploration, to discover how
and where our footsteps on the trail of growth will lead us. While
everyone will have memories as varied and diverse as stars in the
universe, I feel it is a valuable and personal source of liberation to
share some of mine that have marked important signposts on the map of my
life journey. Because childhood memories form the foundation for a
person's life and upbringing and will have a strong impact on who one is
today, it can be helpful and therapeutic to dig through one's own past
to explore and remember that which has shaped us in our early years.
When I was 4 years old, me and my mom were on the way back
to Sandakan from Kota Kinabalu (KK) by bus. Suddenly my stomach ache and I
wanted to poop, but I was afraid and shy to tell my mom, so I refused to tell
her about it.
I tried t hold it back but failed. The worst thing is I just
continued to poop in my pant as I realized that everybody in the bus was
asleep.
After I finished pooping I acted like I’ve done nothing. On
the time I felt really ashamed and afraid to tell my mom as I know she will be
very mad at me.
A few minutes after that, people inside the bus started to
smell something including my mom. Suddenly she asked me if I was the one who
pooped, but I said no even though I knew that my mom realized that it was me
who pooped.
Suddenly the bus stopped and the bus driver yelled “what is
this smell? does anyone poop in their pants?”
everybody keep quiet with their hands on their nose while looking on us.
On that time, I knew that my mom was really angry with me
and she pinched me as she was irritated and ashamed.
Thanks to God, we were almost arrived at our home at that
time. A few minutes later we arrived home safely. My mom scolded and punished
me to wash all my dirty clothes. So I wash every piece of it while crying.
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