Memoir (Childhood)

Just seen someone talking about his childhood, reminding me a lot here, so here I am. Before I forget more of them.

I have not had much memory about my pre-kindergarten life. I remember living in the second floor of a pretty old house facing the street, when mum cooks in the kitchen I would usually be put on a cane chair surrounded by a table tennis net. I remember I often fall off that chair and got my head hit on the floor, then no doubt started crying. I remember I play often in a neighbour's house and sometimes have dinner with them. Mum told me it was because they are worried that I often fall and took me there while she's cooking.

I have no memory of my first kindergarten but mum told me it was pretty sad memory to her, that when she picks me up after work she often found me tied on a urinal because there are too many children that the workers are too busy to take care of everyone.

When I grow up a bit to like 4 or 5, I was transferred to another kindergarten, and lived there. I remembered crying every Monday morning and finally found that it is actually more like a ritual than real mourn. I was special in that kindergarten. Everyone takes a nap in the afternoon according to the timetable but I could seldom sleep in the light. The teachers/nurses in the kindergarten would then tells tales to me or make me help them a little bit sometimes when other children are sleeping.

And I was even special in terms that I was like a star at the moment. I was acting in various commercials at the time, and once attended a fashion show last for months. And there was a time that I went to Jiangxi for a film shooting and stayed there for like one month, but the film is eventually abandoned because the scenario didn't pass the censoring. I remembered the weather was extremely hot that we have to pour water outside our doors to ease it, whereas the watermelons there are fabulous and incredibly cheap.

Yes, they are all memories now. Memories fade, don't want it that quickly though.