Our strongest emotions are usually form by
sad events. At least, it is the first thing that pup up when we want to re-tell
something that happened in our childhood. I think it is because, for most people,
people remember it when it is painful and know not to do it the next time.
One thing that I remembered in
detail from my childhood is when I discover there are red water fountains in
the world. That after-noon, my dad was at work and my mom is on the phone
talking about world events. My brother and I were at the room next to my mom
and we were playing toys. Some how, we get into a fight over toys. My brother,
who is a year and half older than I am and obviously stronger than me, pouched
me on the stomach and at the chest. I was wearing my favorite yellow jacket and
I saw blood coming from my mouth; the bright red from fresh blood contrast with
the yellow jacket. I still remember that I wasn’t crying because of the pain,
in fact, I didn’t felt anything at the moment. I was crying out of shock of
what happened to me and I am scared that my jacked is getting dirty. My brother
then left the room, slap the door right at my face, and I don’t have the energy
to walk to an other room to get my mom, so I went on crying.
This is what always pop
into my mind whenever teacher asks me to tell a story about my childhood. I went
around and told everyone how scary my brother is and he punched me until I throw
up blood when I was little. I felt like I am revenge him this way. Hehe
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