Childhood Memory
We are sure that childhood is one of the happiest periods in a person’s life. The reason for it is very simple. Kids have nothing to care or worry about, have almost no duties and problems, and can hang out with their friends all day long.
I sit in my bedroom looking at an old photograph of my father and 5 year old me enjoying the lukewarm water of the ocean. I am so young, innocent, and full of life with not a single worry in the world. Unintentionally I start remembering my greatest childhood memories.
In my head I see my friends and I climbing over the fence of old man Dupper’s peach orchard with our hearts beating in our throats and the adrenaline pumping through our veins. While looking back I realise that it wasn’t at all about peaches, but about the ‘adventure’ and the making of memories.
My mind wanders to when my father taught me to ride a bike. While I was sitting on the bike I was scared, but also felt safe because my dad was keeping me upright. Suddenly my dad lets go and fear kicked in, but it was soon replaced with pride in myself when I realised I was riding a bike on my own.
My next memory was our annual family Christmas. I didn’t remember this because of all the presents, but rather the homely feeling between all of the family members. The whole family arrived the day before Christmas and all the children played outside at the pool area. After watching the amazing sunset, we all moved to the living room to hand out the presents. My grandfather always had me hanging from his lips with his stories about his very interesting life experiences. While the grownups enjoyed coffee and each other’s company, the children got to play with their new toys.
Where has the time gone? Funny how one photograph made me realise that every second of every day is priceless and that even simple things make amazing memories. Make sure you make every moment last.
I sit in my bedroom looking at an old photograph of my father and 5 year old me enjoying the lukewarm water of the ocean. I am so young, innocent, and full of life with not a single worry in the world. Unintentionally I start remembering my greatest childhood memories.
In my head I see my friends and I climbing over the fence of old man Dupper’s peach orchard with our hearts beating in our throats and the adrenaline pumping through our veins. While looking back I realise that it wasn’t at all about peaches, but about the ‘adventure’ and the making of memories.
My mind wanders to when my father taught me to ride a bike. While I was sitting on the bike I was scared, but also felt safe because my dad was keeping me upright. Suddenly my dad lets go and fear kicked in, but it was soon replaced with pride in myself when I realised I was riding a bike on my own.
My next memory was our annual family Christmas. I didn’t remember this because of all the presents, but rather the homely feeling between all of the family members. The whole family arrived the day before Christmas and all the children played outside at the pool area. After watching the amazing sunset, we all moved to the living room to hand out the presents. My grandfather always had me hanging from his lips with his stories about his very interesting life experiences. While the grownups enjoyed coffee and each other’s company, the children got to play with their new toys.
Where has the time gone? Funny how one photograph made me realise that every second of every day is priceless and that even simple things make amazing memories. Make sure you make every moment last.