Group essay.
writer:- Wan Mohd Farid Bin Wan Saris (16336)
- Muhammad Hakim Sharin Bin Mohd Tauhid (16056)
A favourite childhood memory
When I look back into my past, sometimes it makes me smile. Sometimes it makes me cry, for my childhood days are both sweet and bitter. My past is everything to my present life now. I was born in Selangor, in a small clinic. My parents were very excited to have me in their life for I am their first son. Although I am the jewel in their hearts, but my presence also brought them hardship and responsibility. Mom and dad were very poor back then. Despite all the odds, they kept on moving forward.
My first home was in Taman Melawati. I remember sharing a room with my parents for the house was just enough for the four of us. I forgot to mention that I have one sister. It is not as big as a castle but I was grateful to have a home to live a life. My father was a surveyor technician and my mom managed a small business. Every morning, mom would pack some clothes and milk in a small bag and then sent me to a babysitter. My mom always told me that the bag had everything I needed and if I missed her, I just looked at a picture of her at the side of the bag. I still remember the bag until now. Usually it was still dark outside when we left our house every morning. Sometimes I did not realize that I was already sent to my baby sitter’s house. I woke up and cried for mom, at least that was what my mom said.
During my life at my babysitter’s house, I learnt a lot about friendship and values. I had a friend name Farhan who always play with me. My babysitter tought us to read, eat, wash ourselves and also tought us manners. Whenever we did wrong things she would scold us. She taught us to apologize for all our misbehaves. There, we used to read and sleep together. Farhan was my only friend at that time. By the end of the day, when my mom and dad got home from work, they would pick me up. I never forgot to say goodbye and thanks you to my babysitter and Farhan. Usually mom would bring me to playground after she changed her attire. Life was simple those days.
When I was three years old, my new sister came to our life adding the number of our family members. I was very happy to have someone to play with at home, although I did not understand that she was still a baby. How could I play with her? I remember leaving Taman Melawati and settle down at Sungai Buloh that year. Dad had changed his company which located in Kepong so sungai buloh was a bit nearer. When we arrived in Sungai Buloh we had no house to live in. Instead, dad had rented a room in rest house. Our life just in that small yet comfortable room. My toys at that time was only a kite and the alarm clock that mom used to wake her up in the morning.
After two weeks, dad finally found a house for us. It was a low cost apartment. We were very excited and grateful to have a house once more. Mom parents did their work as usual. As for me and my sister, again staying at a babysitter’s place was our only choice. I still enjoyed my life there.
As I grew older, my parents said that it was time for me to go to school. At first I refused to go but thinking of my future. I obeyed their orders. It was totally a new life for me, having to wake up in the every morning, put on uniforms and walked to my school. Mom was the one who did all the hard work, boiling the water, preparing breakfast and even did ironing all our clothes, by herself. I did not know how she managed to do all those work. At school, I was a boy who came with a dream. I worked hard on my studies for I know my parents would want me to succeed in life. I scored in every examination with flying colours. By the end of the long, hard tough year, I was announced as the best student of the year. That was the happiest moment for me and my parents. I will never forget that moment.
Those are my childhood days. These stories and experiences I have faced have made me a man I am now. I will always look back into my past to improve my future. Now, I will make my life a better life to live in.
