childhood memories

I am five in this memory. In the afternoon, after teatime, I have a mandatory study session with my mother before I can go out to play with my friends. She has a math workbook to teach me basic arithmetic and geometry, and every day, she picks a few questions for me to work on. […]

This story is a continuation from the previous post. The middle section of the Sport Festival is dedicated to various kinds of fun races. One of them is a race that we do with our fathers. This is the first time we run this race, and we do not yet know what exactly will happen

I am five years old in this memory. Autumn comes, and at my kindergarten, we practice for the upcoming sport festival. There are several performances and races planned, but the one I am most excited about is the dance I will be doing with all my peers of the same age. The theme of this

I am five in this memory. A weekend morning. After breakfast, while my nocturnal father is still sleeping in the backroom, my mother takes me and my brother out to the local art gallery near our home. None of us is interested in observing the artwork, but there are great picnic spots on the premise

In this memory, I am five years old. Currently, our life revolves around the anime series Sailor Moon. Every day, my friends and I “play Sailor Moon,” sing its songs, and draw its characters. One day, one of my best friends shows up in a dress that looks like Sailor Moon’s costume. “Mommy made this,”

I am five years old in this memory. Some time in November, my brother is admitted to the hospital for a close examination of his heart condition. Another major heart operation will be taking place next spring, and this examination is part of the preparation. As always, my mother accompanies my brother, leaving me and

I am about to turn six in this memory. Recently, my little brother has started joining my father’s bedside reading. Whenever my father is at home and announces that his bedside reading is happening tonight, both my brother and I shuffle to our bedding together. It is a new thing because earlier, my brother used

In this memory, I am five years old. Recently, at kindergarten, my friends and I are into something called spool knitting. One day, our teacher taught us how to do it using a piece of empty milk package and disposable chopsticks. She gave us each a ball of yarn, showed us how to span the

The summer when I was seven, I participated in my neighbourhood’s tiny summer festival hosted in the park near my house. It was the first summer I spent in this new suburban neighbourhood, and I wasn’t particularly excited. I was still missing my old community of tiny half-dilapidated apartments, and in my mind, nothing in

In this memory, I am five years old. My father likes reading books whenever he is at home. He usually starts reading his book seated on the couch of our tiny half-dilapidated apartment. But since its rock-hard surface is not exactly comfortable, he slowly slides down, and in no time, he is lying on the