Write Something - Childhood

Writing to my own childhood memories, I am doing this to summarize and reflect on the past 18 years of my life. I hope this article can help you recall your own wonderful years. From birth to the age of 6, when I started school, it was only a short period of six years. However, I don’t have any memories of the first three years, so my “colorful childhood” only lasted for three years. Nevertheless, those three years are the happiest in my memory. But in my mind, those three years are quite chaotic - I only remember a few small things, and I have a hard time recalling the dates and sequence of events.

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The Beginning of Memories I really don’t know when I started to have memories or when I began to understand the world around me. I once asked my grandmother, and she said I probably started speaking and having memories around the age of 3. Apparently, when I was born, I lay quietly in bed, staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open, as if thinking about something, which is why I got the nickname “thoughtful”. For me, the beginning of memories is the fragmented scenes that I can vaguely recall in my mind now - although I don’t know which one is my earliest memory.

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Grandma’s House I loved living at my grandma’s house because I spent most of my childhood there. I started living there when I was just a few months old. I remember that every time I went back to my own home, I would cry. What I remember most clearly is that at my grandma’s house, my grandfather would make fruit juice with a particularly strong flavor, while my dad’s fruit juice at home was always too sour. I think this might be one of the reasons I disliked going back home. My cousin also lived at my grandma’s house, so I could play with her. Of course, when we were young, we fought more often than played :) . My cousin (I’ll just call her Olivia, as I’m used to it) would go to kindergarten every day, while I hated going there, so I was usually alone at home in the mornings and afternoons, which gave me more time to do what I wanted.

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English Learning English was once my favorite thing to do. I remember one day when I was living at my grandma’s house, my dad came to visit me and brought a newspaper. He told me about an English learning program called “Maze’s Story” (I searched for it online, and it’s still available), and I would watch it every day at the same time. At that time, everything seemed new and exciting to me, but now I think I was more interested in watching the animation than learning a foreign language. I don’t think I ever finished watching the entire series, but it sparked my enthusiasm for learning English. Later, I started learning “Children’s English” with a set of books and cassette tapes that my dad bought for me. I would listen to one lesson every day, carefully following along, and I wouldn’t allow myself to listen to the next lesson until the next day. Looking back, this was a very wise approach - if I had listened to multiple lessons in one day, I would have lost interest once the novelty wore off. This passion for learning lasted for a long time. I remember being fascinated by every new word I learned, such as “get up”, “bee”, “ant”, and “apple”. Now, listing them here seems meaningless, but at the time, I was crazy about these words - I don’t know why. Later, I bought “Middle School Oral English”, which represented the awful exam-oriented education system, but I lost interest after reading just one page. I bought a few more books, and one of them had a lesson that I could recite fluently, so every time I visited someone, I would recite that lesson to them. My interest in English began to wane - if my dad had led me to learn English, then he was also the reason I started to dislike it :( . My dad began to explain grammar to me and my sister, but I, relying on my prior knowledge, wouldn’t listen (in fact, I didn’t like being forced to learn). Then, one time, my dad tested me on the singular and plural forms of nouns, and I got one wrong. After that, my interest in learning English decreased significantly. However, I still claimed to be good at English, even though it was just an empty boast.