Days 11

Thinking out loud. With the upcoming school classes and tthe problems concerning it, I find myself remembering the earliest childhood memory I have as a kindergarten student. Honestly, most of my childhood memories somehow were wiped out of my brain that this is the most vivd memory I can think of. That is, waiting for my older sister to finish classes.

Being the second child, I had no say in choosing which school I went to --that right belonged to my sister. I also didnt have the choice in the arrangements as to our school bus and teachers. I remember watching my classmates go home while I have to wait for my sister so that we can go home together. I never really understood it at first, all I knew is that I wanted to go home early. There were times where I would sneak out but they will see me and tell me to go back and wait for my sister. I hated waiting even then.

I dont remember much but probably most of the time I would just wander off in the playground or in the library. It was probably waiting for an hour or so--for me it took forever. I have a pretty short attention span as a child. Anyway, I remember one day, I was messing around in the library, I go there all the time and choose books that have a great majority of pictures on it. You know, those books meant for kids. The library has a lot of them and the librarian already recognizes me because I frequent there. One day, I was reading a book with Mickey Mouse on the picture. I dont even remember being able to read at that point and was probably just looking at the pictures and making stuff up.

It was at that point when a couple looked at me and asked me what I was reading. I showed it to them and they were amazed. They told me that it was a feat for someone my age to be reading books like that. (apparently, there were a lot of texts written in small letters and I didnt even notice) They told me that they were happy to see such a young kid read an advanced book. They told me to keep up the good work. After that they left me and to this day I can still remember.

I didnt remember what happened next but it probably was that my sister finally came to pick me up and we went home. But still, I have no memory of how I learned to read. It was so automatic to me that I thought that I was born with the ability to be able to understand English, which was supposed to be my second language. I had no trouble readin as well, like there just came a day when I was able to read and write English and I completely forgot when, just how.

That event may not even be connected to my being able to read at such an early age. Still, whenever I remember it I get happy and feel motivated to do my best. By this time it would be more than twenty five years already. But the feeling I still get whenever I remember it is still fresh in my mind, and it makes me happy .Probably it was just by chance that I met those kind couple. Still, sometimes I like to assume that it was God sending me what he knew would help me motivated throughout my years as a student. For that, I am thankful