My Childhood and Family Memories

11 November 2016

I was only child so I spent a lot of time with my parents. Of all the memories there are unforgettable events that took place in my childhood. All of these events brought me joy and happiness and…sadness. Some of the great memories in my childhood were sculpted during my time at pre-school. I think the childhood memories in the kindergarten was the most impression memory in my mind. I have never forgotten the first day when I went to the school. I was three years old, my father took me to there. Everything was very strange to me. I didn’t know everybody. Then I saw many children cried.

They didn’t want to leave their parents. When my Dad left I didn’t cry, I just stood in a corner and thought about my Mom, I missed her very much. I didn’t want to leave her, but I needed to go to school. During these years I learned about relationships, began my formal education and developed my moral sense of right and wrong. I learned how to respond to others based the treatment I am given. If I am loved, then I know how to love others. When I was about five years old, my Dad gave me a present : a bicycle. I still remember how excited I was. Riding a bike makes exercise fun.

It encourages outdoor play that I like much I think that a person’s childhood years are the most important. These years determine what kind of a person the child will become. No one knows me as well as my parents, especially my Dad. No one wants the best for me like my parents. My Dad would invite children over to play with me. Over the years, I have become very close to these children. They like my family. We celebrate holidays and birthdays together. My father usually told me the stories : Lion’s King, the Fox and the Stork, the Shepherd boy, ect… before I go to bed.

Those are the lessons about family, friendship, right and wrong,… He taught me learning Enghlish, swimming, and climbing trees to pluck fruits on summer vacations. On Tet’s days, I have given red envelopes filled with lucky money, called “li xi”. This greeting ritual and “li xi” is also known as “Mung tuoi”. I was born and have grown up in the education of my father and in the tender loving care of my mother. I have spent my hold childhood in the love and affection of my dear ones with so many sweet memories. And then…. life is not a pink picture !

When I was a child of about six years old, an incident so impress me that it leaves an indelible mark on me One of my most terrible time was a Saturday afternoon. I remember it like yesterday. My Mom and I were all waiting patiently for my Dad to come home from his office. He had promised me that he would take me walking with the bubbles. The minutes felt like hours. It was the longest hour of my life. Mom and I ran to the front door anxiously waiting for the news… I didn’t know what happens ? I was scared to think because I was so  worried of the slow coming of my Dad.

Do you ever think back on those people whom you’ve loved and cared about but who are no longer in your life ? The afternoon sunlight has gone…and my father has been lost forever! I didn’t believe that was the truth. Everybody was mercy and crying… My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good – bye my Dad. Do you ever think back on those people whom you’ve loved and cared about but they are no longer in your life ? I cried and shouted “ Mom, where is my Dad …? Please find him and bring him here…” and I did not stop waiting patiently for my Dad to come back home. And then…. eople said  “It is a funeral” This was the first time in my life that I faced fear and desperation. The night has fallen, I missed my Dad terribly, missed him heartbreakingly! How could I tell you about all of these longings I had. My heart ached for him. I felt extremely helpless! When situation gets me down, I remember that there is someone in Heaven who loves me so much and watches over me. That is my Father! I understand that the precious things, we can never keep. Anything, let it be! Buddha taught that “ All life is full of suffering because we try to hold on to things which must pass away” That’s right!

I think so.

THE CHILDHOOD AND THE FAMILY

As you remember the good times, the fun, the understanding and love felt and shared – as a feelings stir to life all over again and then the childhood memories with family are special for everyone I was born and brought up in a small family which included my father, my mother and I. We lived very happily and harmoniously. My father was a government servant and my mother was a well-known teacher. They were very well connected and they had many friends . We have been living in the center of Ho Chi Minh city .

I was only child so I spent a lot of time with my parents. Of all the memories there are unforgettable events that took place in my childhood. All of these events brought me joy and happiness and…sadness. Some of the great memories in my childhood were sculpted during my time at pre-school. I think the childhood memories in the kindergarten was the most impression memory in my mind. I have never forgotten the first day when I went to the school. I was three years old, my father took me to there. Everything was very strange to me. I didn’t know everybody. Then I saw many children cried.

They didn’t want to leave their parents. When my Dad left I didn’t cry, I just stood in a corner and thought about my Mom, I missed her very much. I didn’t want to leave her, but I needed to go to school. During these years I learned about relationships, began my formal education and developed my moral sense of right and wrong. I learned how to respond to others based the treatment I am given. If I am loved, then I know how to love others. When I was about five years old, my Dad gave me a present : a bicycle. I still remember how excited I was. Riding a bike makes exercise fun.

It encourages outdoor play that I like much I think that a person’s childhood years are the most important. These years determine what kind of a person the child will become. No one knows me as well as my parents, especially my Dad. No one wants the best for me like my parents. My Dad would invite children over to play with me. Over the years, I have become very close to these children. They like my family. We celebrate holidays and birthdays together. My father usually told me the stories : Lion’s King, the Fox and the Stork, the Shepherd boy, ect… before I go to bed.

Those are the lessons about family, friendship, right and wrong,… He taught me learning Enghlish, swimming, and climbing trees to pluck fruits on summer vacations. On Tet’s days, I have given red envelopes filled with lucky money, called “li xi”. This greeting ritual and “li xi” is also known as “Mung tuoi”. I was born and have grown up in the education of my father and in the tender loving care of my mother. I have spent my hold childhood in the love and affection of my dear ones with so many sweet memories. And then…. life is not a pink picture !

When I was a child of about six years old, an incident so impress me that it leaves an indelible mark on me One of my most terrible time was a Saturday afternoon. I remember it like yesterday. My Mom and I were all waiting patiently for my Dad to come home from his office. He had promised me that he would take me walking with the bubbles. The minutes felt like hours. It was the longest hour of my life. Mom and I ran to the front door anxiously waiting for the news… I didn’t know what happens ? I was scared to think because I was so  worried of the slow coming of my Dad.

Do you ever think back on those people whom you’ve loved and cared about but who are no longer in your life ? The afternoon sunlight has gone…and my father has been lost forever! I didn’t believe that was the truth. Everybody was mercy and crying… My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good – bye my Dad. Do you ever think back on those people whom you’ve loved and cared about but they are no longer in your life ? I cried and shouted “ Mom, where is my Dad …? Please find him and bring him here…” and I did not stop waiting patiently for my Dad to come back home. And then…. people said  “It is a funeral”

This was the first time in my life that I faced fear and desperation. The night has fallen, I missed my Dad terribly, missed him heartbreakingly! How could I tell you about all of these longings I had. My heart ached for him. I felt extremely helpless! When situation gets me down, I remember that there is someone in Heaven who loves me so much and watches over me. That is my Father! I understand that the precious things, we can never keep. Anything, let it be! Buddha taught that “ All life is full of suffering because we try to hold on to things which must pass away” That’s right! I think so.

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