I think my earliest memory is when I started to walk. My proud parents, I guess, wanted to show the whole world that their baby could walk already, so they bought me a pair of plastic shoes that whistle. You know, the ones with whistles inside each soles, so that with every step I make, everyone will give me that strange adoring adult look.
I was too young and untrained to put my own shoes on, so my parents had to do it for me. Then they told me to try walking in them. I can't remember what I felt when they put the new shoes on my feet, but I remember exactly what I felt when I started walking on it: I was confused. I couldn't make sense of the sound I make everytime I step forward. Step: tweet! Step again: another tweet! I think by the third step, I realized I was being toyed around.
Not really. I didn't feel that bad. I just felt that it was ridiculous that whenever I stepped forward my shoe let out a stupid tweet. So I started investigating what was happening, and with my awkward baby movement, I think I lifted up one leg (this might have been another new skill back then) - or perhaps just leaned to one side to reveal the little hole somewhere on my sole. I started to try reaching down to take the whistles out, but before I managed to learn this yet another skill, my parents got the picture. I think one of them, I don't remember which, said to me, ah, you don't like the whistle, don't you? I shook my head. So they kindly took the whistles out.
It's not that I definitely didn't like them. I was just feeling quite strange with the whistles. I think I didn't even know what it should feel like when I dislike something. I think I didn't have any preference, or at least I didn't realize those preferences yet. I think that shoes incident was one of the very first moments (at least in my memory) that my parents actually gave name to a feeling. I learned 'dislike'.
That's my earliest memory - I don't know exactly at what age I started to walk, but it was quite early. I learned from my parents that I talked earlier than I walk - so I might have been saying too many nonsense already before I could even remember anything. Hehe.
I also remember other things from the time when I was under 4 year-old - mostly of learning new things. I used to take an afternoon nap in the living room where my mother was giving piano lessons - I remember having a colourful toy-phone next to me. I also remember moving to a new house and saw primitive people (like the ones illustrated as living in caves in history books) working around it. Also, I remember how I really liked to use the scissors to cut things - I also liked the sound. I would make square holes on my skirt with scissors - once I was standing close to my mother when she was doing the laundry, and she mumbled to herself: I wonder why are there always so many tiny holes on your skirts ... - I told her: I cut them with scissors.
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I think my earliest memory is when I started to walk. My proud parents, I guess, wanted to show the whole world that their baby could walk already, so they bought me a pair of plastic shoes that whistle. You know, the ones with whistles inside each soles, so that with every step I make, everyone will give me that strange adoring adult look.
I was too young and untrained to put my own shoes on, so my parents had to do it for me. Then they told me to try walking in them. I can't remember what I felt when they put the new shoes on my feet, but I remember exactly what I felt when I started walking on it: I was confused. I couldn't make sense of the sound I make everytime I step forward. Step: tweet! Step again: another tweet! I think by the third step, I realized I was being toyed around.
Not really. I didn't feel that bad. I just felt that it was ridiculous that whenever I stepped forward my shoe let out a stupid tweet. So I started investigating what was happening, and with my awkward baby movement, I think I lifted up one leg (this might have been another new skill back then) - or perhaps just leaned to one side to reveal the little hole somewhere on my sole. I started to try reaching down to take the whistles out, but before I managed to learn this yet another skill, my parents got the picture. I think one of them, I don't remember which, said to me, ah, you don't like the whistle, don't you? I shook my head. So they kindly took the whistles out.
It's not that I definitely didn't like them. I was just feeling quite strange with the whistles. I think I didn't even know what it should feel like when I dislike something. I think I didn't have any preference, or at least I didn't realize those preferences yet. I think that shoes incident was one of the very first moments (at least in my memory) that my parents actually gave name to a feeling. I learned 'dislike'.
That's my earliest memory - I don't know exactly at what age I started to walk, but it was quite early. I learned from my parents that I talked earlier than I walk - so I might have been saying too many nonsense already before I could even remember anything. Hehe.
I also remember other things from the time when I was under 4 year-old - mostly of learning new things. I used to take an afternoon nap in the living room where my mother was giving piano lessons - I remember having a colourful toy-phone next to me. I also remember moving to a new house and saw primitive people (like the ones illustrated as living in caves in history books) working around it. Also, I remember how I really liked to use the scissors to cut things - I also liked the sound. I would make square holes on my skirt with scissors - once I was standing close to my mother when she was doing the laundry, and she mumbled to herself: I wonder why are there always so many tiny holes on your skirts ... - I told her: I cut them with scissors.