childhood memories

A Delightful Disruption

One hot summer morning when I was four, I was playing with my dolls as usual in the second largest room of our tiny half-dilapidated apartment. On the other side of the room, in front of the wide open window, was my mother doing her daily house cleaning. While vacuuming the floor, she had found […]

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Sister Mai

When I was about eight, there was a period of time when I daily visited the school library on my own. In one corner of the tiny square room, there was a section dedicated to books of true stories – stories about people’s lives. Some were autobiographies of famous historical figures, some were stories written

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Paradise behind a tofu shop

When I was about five and lived in a community of tiny half-dilapidated apartments, there was a street just outside of the community’s premise which was a full of tiny local shops and restaurants serving the neighbourhood. Almost everything we needed in our everyday life could be found there: fruits and vegetables, meat and fish,

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Face on the spoon

When I was small, I had a round stainless spoon that I used for almost every meal. It was just a cheap spoon designed for little kids, but my favourite nonetheless. Its perfect circular shape fascinated me. Before each meal, I always took a good look at my spoon, admiring the way it was perfectly

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Laughter and Earthquake

I am six years old in this memory. I am at kindergarten, it is the free activity time. A group of girls are playing a game called bird in the cage in the next room. My friends and I pass by, and since they seem to be having a lot of fun, we join them.

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A Scary Place

When I was about seven years old, every Saturday, I used to go to a small music school in the city centre to attend a mandatory music theory group lesson. Usually, my mother drove me there, but once in a while, when she was not available, my father took me there by subway. After about

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Red Lights!

When I was about nine, one of my friends visited our house with her mother and little sister. She and I used to play a lot when we both lived in the community of tiny half-dilapidated apartments, but now that we lived far away from each other, it was such a special occasion to be

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A mother’s visit

When I was in the final year of kindergarten, our teachers made an arrangement to invite the parents and guardians to our classes so that they could spend a whole day with us doing all the activities together. What was unique about this initiative was that instead of inviting them all at the same time,

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A Pen Case

When I was small, there was one shopping mall in the city centre of my hometown where my mother regularly went to buy clothes and other nonperishable items. In the spring when I was turning six, I accompanied her to the mall and found a large selection of stationary items designed for first graders. A

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Pigeon Biscuits

When I was small, there was a family friend who sent us a box of special biscuits every year. The biscuits were called pigeon biscuits. Huge and shaped like a pigeon, they came in a bright yellow tin box. As soon as a delivery person brought the box to the door of our tiny half-dilapidated

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