childhood memories

In this memory, I am five years old. My little brother is fond of Winnie-the-Pooh, and he has a big plush doll of Pooh bear. I don’t know how his love of this character and the story originally started, but all I know is that he often reads out loud the picture book of Winnie-the-Pooh, […]

In this memory, I am four years old. On Monday and Thursday mornings, while my mother is out on her work, my father, my little brother and I stay at home together. It usually begins with a lazy TV watching as my father gets up and takes breakfast over newspaper. Then we often move on

In this memory, my little brother is two years old. He has recently learned how to count numbers, and he wants to practice his new knowledge whenever and wherever possible. Every day, when he goes to bathroom with our mother to poop, while squatting over the toilet bowl, he holds out his hand and shape

In this memory, I am five years old. One morning, when I wake up, I find my little brother sitting up on the bedding next to me. My mother is already up. I can hear her working on her typewriter in the next room. It is all very quiet except the typing sound. I sit

In this memory, I am five years old. It is a weekday evening, and I am taking bath with my mother and my little brother. After my mother washes me and my brother, we sit in the water by ourselves until my mother finishes washing herself. This is a gold moment that I have been

It was when I was about fourteen. We were at a large family gathering in a hot spring resort in Japan. My grandmother, her sister, my aunt and uncle, my cousins’ families were all there. In the evening, I was taking a long bath with my female relatives. The outside bath was made of smooth

I am five years old in this memory. It is the night of a local summer festival. After dinner, my mother has left home to help out a few things at the festival. My father, my little brother and I are sitting by the open window of our tiny half-dilapidated apartment. The sound of the

In this memory, I am four years old. We are sitting at a cheap family diner to grab a quick dinner. Other than food, I ask for my favourite drink – a glass of melon soda, green-coloured sparkling juice topped with a vanilla ice cream. When it arrives, I immediately take a sip from the

In this memory, I am five years old. We have just finished a weekend shopping at a large mall in the outskirt of town and are now driving back home. My mother is driving, and my father is sitting in the backseat between me and my little brother. His assigned mission is to keep the

In this memory, I am five and my little brother is two. It is dinner time and we all sit around the tiny dining table in our tiny kitchen. I am seated in front of the fridge, my mother in front of the microwave, and my father in front of the washing machine. My little