I guess it is one of the hardest things for a person to recall what happened in their past. Most of it would be too blurry to frame into one clear memory. You would not believe what had happened to you, unless of course your parents convinced you that it did happen to you. Probably it’s just because many things have happened to yourself, that only the important ones are kept intact. So much for brain power.
The most perfectly shaped memory of my early self is when I was still back in Melbourne. I think I was still 3 years old.
It was in the morning. The sun was bright. My parents decided to go for a walk, and they took me and my sister with them. I was in my green baby-suit, it was more like a baby tracksuit. I must have looked flashy.
We were on the sidewalk. Cars passed by. My sister and I were eating ice cream. I’m not sure how did that ice cream get into my hands. Ice cream truck? Mart? No idea. One thing for sure, the ice cream was mickey mouse. Baca lebih lanjut