life's learning from childhood memories

Try to recall childhood memories. For sure, this kind of retrospection will give a smile to a wrinkled face. More than the reminiscing, this allows us to ponder on the things we have learned from life itself.
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When I was five years old, I was the one who convinced my parents to enrol me in a day care centre (during those times, the preparatory school was still evolving.) I even promised them that I would go to school on my own and would not disturb them. By the way, the school was only 3 streets away from our house, but of course for a five-year old kid, that is considered kilometers away. And so, I started my schooling days, I learned a lot, made friends to fellow classmates who are still my close friends up until now, and most especially I had fun.

From there I learned that:

I must chase whatever my goal is, go for it and make it happen.
I can have what I want if I know how to negotiate.
The strength of friendship goes with time.
Schooling is easier if it is more casual and fun.

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I was already six years old when I entered kindergarten. There were two classes, one in the morning and the other in the afternoon. I persuaded my mother to put me in the afternoon class because I didn't want to wake up early and it was also an advantage to them. Then, I got used to go to school in the afternoon.I enjoyed my afternoon class.

From there I learned that:
This is the root cause of "my being" nocturnal. I hate waking up early in the morning. It is like a daily ordeal I have to go through during work days. At least, now I know "why".


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There was a time I had a fight with my classmate. My mother was called by my class teacher because the glass in the cabinet was broken due to our heated fight in the classroom. My mother talked to me, but I was very confident to reason out because it was not really my fault. I was just trying not to get hit by the broom my classmate was using to attack me so I pushed my classmate and that caused the accident. I even went to my class teacher to reason out. I did it on my own. Imagine a seven year old kid talking to a teacher in her forties, and not just talking... I was trying to explain the whole story and reasoning it was not my fault. My class teacher understood and I was given pardon. Of course, I also said sorry.

From there I learned that:
I must stand for what I believe in is right.
Talking can end all disputes.
Sometimes you need to fight back so as not to get bullied.

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Wheww... These are just a few. I have finally learned that what I know at the moment are actually experiences I learned when I was still a kid. I think I need to do this regularly so I can get in touch with my inner child on a regular basis.