I remember about a shocking situation in my life. I was walking with my dog when I was around 11 years old. And I saw a homeless getting closer to the garbage. He started to grab things in the trash can, that was not new for me at all I have seen this before but the shocking thing was that he ate some of the things he grabed from the trash can!
I felt so bad about that situation that I had no reaction, and I felt kind of guilty I do not know why actually. I felt even worse when I thought that not even my dog used to eat food from the trash can and there was a homeless, a human being eating others humans crumbles.
This memory is really sad. I think that I kept it because it was the first time I felt guilty for a situation that in a certain way I did not provocked
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
New Neighbors
I would love to post chronological things but it is practically impossible since my memories come up and go without any logic.
Well I moved many times from city to city in my childhood let's see... 4 times actually. Sometimes I even think that this is the reason why I am so shy... I mean it may have stunted my "making friends anywhere" skills. Because when I think in my past I remember I was a very sociable child. Ok here am I losing the point of this post and trying at the same time blame something else besides myself for being so quiet. But anyway this post has something to do with it.
When I had just moved in to the second city the new neighbors (little girls like me) went to my home and my mom told then to come in (I was 5 years old). They went there and explained that they heard they had new neighbors and all, so they were there to welcome me!
I do not remember this fact very well what I do remember is that I did not spoke a word, and my mom and sister did all the talking. When the girls left my mom and sister looked at me and said that I was anti social, that the girls were there to welcome me and I did not say a word and that this was not a good way to make new friends and blah blah blah.
I felt really bad after that and started thinking about what I should have done, what is kind of useless after the situation happened.
This memory ends up here. Well when I think about it I realize that my mom and sis did not help me at all only criticizing my behavior...
Then there is another recall that I have from that week I guess. I was hanging out in the stairway (I lived in a building) with these girls and we were talking about ages and I said "I am going to turn 6" as if it would made me a very grown up and wise woman. Hahaha that was cute...
Well I moved many times from city to city in my childhood let's see... 4 times actually. Sometimes I even think that this is the reason why I am so shy... I mean it may have stunted my "making friends anywhere" skills. Because when I think in my past I remember I was a very sociable child. Ok here am I losing the point of this post and trying at the same time blame something else besides myself for being so quiet. But anyway this post has something to do with it.
When I had just moved in to the second city the new neighbors (little girls like me) went to my home and my mom told then to come in (I was 5 years old). They went there and explained that they heard they had new neighbors and all, so they were there to welcome me!
I do not remember this fact very well what I do remember is that I did not spoke a word, and my mom and sister did all the talking. When the girls left my mom and sister looked at me and said that I was anti social, that the girls were there to welcome me and I did not say a word and that this was not a good way to make new friends and blah blah blah.
I felt really bad after that and started thinking about what I should have done, what is kind of useless after the situation happened.
This memory ends up here. Well when I think about it I realize that my mom and sis did not help me at all only criticizing my behavior...
Then there is another recall that I have from that week I guess. I was hanging out in the stairway (I lived in a building) with these girls and we were talking about ages and I said "I am going to turn 6" as if it would made me a very grown up and wise woman. Hahaha that was cute...
Friday, July 10, 2009
The Day I Was Born
Hum I guess that before telling my first memory I should have talked a little bit about the day that I was born off course I dont remmeber it but my parents told me. And I am going tell you now:
When my mom was about to deliver me there was a problem going on that the doctor could not identify the reason. So he just said to my dad that he would try to save one of us, and left the room. Imagine how my dad felt??!! What a insensible doctor!
While my dad was going crazy at the waiting room the doctor did the caesarian, and I was born healthy! But with the smallest umbilical cord that this doctor had ever seen (it was 20cm or 7.9 inches). So every time my mom had a contraction my heart would bit too high and the doc could not get why... and my cord's size was the problem actually.
Happy ending! My dad did not become a single dad and/or widower.
I am the youngest child I have a sister that is 6 years older than me. And just to add she wanted me to be a boy, she got really disapointed when she met me... I do not know if it is for this reason or any other but for a long time I believed that she did not like me but hopefully some years ago I found out she does! What is very nice to know because I love her.
Humm the last but not the least thing that I want to tell you is that my family is the most important thing in the world to me.
When my mom was about to deliver me there was a problem going on that the doctor could not identify the reason. So he just said to my dad that he would try to save one of us, and left the room. Imagine how my dad felt??!! What a insensible doctor!
While my dad was going crazy at the waiting room the doctor did the caesarian, and I was born healthy! But with the smallest umbilical cord that this doctor had ever seen (it was 20cm or 7.9 inches). So every time my mom had a contraction my heart would bit too high and the doc could not get why... and my cord's size was the problem actually.
Happy ending! My dad did not become a single dad and/or widower.
I am the youngest child I have a sister that is 6 years older than me. And just to add she wanted me to be a boy, she got really disapointed when she met me... I do not know if it is for this reason or any other but for a long time I believed that she did not like me but hopefully some years ago I found out she does! What is very nice to know because I love her.
Humm the last but not the least thing that I want to tell you is that my family is the most important thing in the world to me.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Very First
The very firt memory that I have of my life is something that I did when I was three years old.
This is it:
When I was three years old I went to a store with my mom and saw a snoopy's hair lace. I asked my mom to buy me she said no... But I had already decided that I would have it. I went were it was (a balcony made of glass) open the small door, there were two women looking at the things inside, so I made the most "I know what I am doing" face and grabbed the hair lace. I close my hand so nobody else would see it and left the store with my mom...
After this episode, I had some memories of hiding and later wearing my snoopy's hair lace.
Since I got a little confused about this second part of the hair lace's memory I asked my mom if she remembered and what happened after.
She got really surprised to know that I still remeber it. She told me that I told her later what I did, and she gave me a good scolding and told me to never ever do that again that it was wrong and etc, but she did not turned it back to the store. That is why I remember using it.
By the way my mom's good scolding worked, I never did it again.
This is it:
When I was three years old I went to a store with my mom and saw a snoopy's hair lace. I asked my mom to buy me she said no... But I had already decided that I would have it. I went were it was (a balcony made of glass) open the small door, there were two women looking at the things inside, so I made the most "I know what I am doing" face and grabbed the hair lace. I close my hand so nobody else would see it and left the store with my mom...
After this episode, I had some memories of hiding and later wearing my snoopy's hair lace.
Since I got a little confused about this second part of the hair lace's memory I asked my mom if she remembered and what happened after.
She got really surprised to know that I still remeber it. She told me that I told her later what I did, and she gave me a good scolding and told me to never ever do that again that it was wrong and etc, but she did not turned it back to the store. That is why I remember using it.
By the way my mom's good scolding worked, I never did it again.
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