We had heavy snow “Hatsuishi” yesterday night. Japanese meteorological Agency had issued heavy snow fall warning. Despite the heavy snow I got my beautiful umbrella and stepped out with well wrapped costumes. While along the lane I came up with my childhood memory. just remembered my childhood. It was a cherished one in a tropical country, Sri Lanka. We had no seasonal changes just a conducive weather throughout the year. Rain and sunshine time to time. But I always wanted to see the snow and longed for it. My whole December vacation, I got up with the greatest desire of seeing snow capped surroundings. By time I came to know that snow is not possible in SriLanka. But imaginations were powerful I lived in my own snow capped home. It told me how to have fun with little things, even a simple imagination works.
April vacation where schools are closed, nothing to worry, no lots of homework, we three with shorts jump out to the garden and start playing cricket or some local games, sometimes go for our mini expeditions, up to the paddy fields. So much to do. These little things taught me to love the nature and be with it.
It is true that we are carrying all our memories with us wherever we go. All pop up when the time comes. But not the each piece. Something shook our little minds. Something made a considerable change into our life always will be with us. Could our parents note down what we captured, the things what shook our minds? Yes sometimes I would say. But not all the time. It’s so fair.
I can very well remember one incident. When I was in preschool, we had annual prize giving. I had no prizes, I can’t remember well how things went. But I could well remember how my friends unwrapped their thing soon they received it. By the latter part of the prize giving I heard my name was announcing,I was afraid and stuck to the bench where I seated. Somehow I had understood that I am not eligible for prize. So my frustration leveled up. My mother with her big eyes came running through the heavy packed hall searching for me. I can rarely remember standing me from the bench and walking towards the stage like a robot and receiving a gift pack. The whole thing was just like a dram which I never expected on that day exactly.
It was my loving mother, I later came to know that she had prepared a gift pack by herself and asked my teacher to give it at the prize giving. It took me two three years to understand how things happened. She knew me and my thoughts. This little incident affected to my inner world. I wanted to keep every child around me happy, I tried in my level best. While I was teaching as a volunteer in Sunday School, after end of every term, we had tests for kids. I wanted to make them happy whatever the marks they had. I prepared a small gift pack for each kid. And I saw their glittering bright eyes. My mother had captured what shook my childhood, so today I could present something better for someone else’s child. How wonderful!!
How about you? How your memories affect you today?
