My early childhood memories :)

My Childhood Memory I remember it like yesterday. I started to preschool when I was 5 years old.  I still remembered, the first day of school, my mum sent me to school and paid all the school fees and left me with the class teacher.  I still remembered that I'm not crying at all after she left and I pretty enjoyed my first day of school.  I love the school days because we were allowed to wear what we preferred no formal uniform at that time, not like nowadays.  I learnt singing nursery rhymes, alphabets, numbers and the most I enjoyed was the story-telling session.  I had no problem at all in preschool because I had many friends and I love to being around with my friends and teachers. 


At home, I had one sister that played with me every time when I reached home, we are so closed until my mum always dressed us in the same dress.  Friends of my parents or neighbours thought us were twins even I older her 2 years old.  Mum will bring us to visit my grandmother's house every weekend.  My grandmother loved to cook delicious meals to us every time when we visited her.  Sometimes, my uncles and aunties will bring us to go picnic at the waterfall.  Therefore, this is one of my favourite outing activity that I looked forward in my childhood.


I still remembered one incident that my youngest sister pushed me from the top of the cabinet and I broke my arm.  I still can recall this incident that one day, my grandmother gave me a little tiny fish and my mother afraid that I might broke the jar, so she puts at the top of the cabinet.  That day, my mother went to the kitchen and prepare lunch for us, I climbed up to the cabinet and looked at my fish, suddenly, my youngest sister also climbed up to the cabinet and without my notice.  Without further delay, I asked her to go down, but she insisted she wanted to stay with me and look at the fish then I have no choice and let her to stay.  But, after the 10 minutes, she started to put her finger in the jar, and I started to push her away and she got angry and pushed me back, at the moment, I lost my balance and fall from the cabinet.  I shouted and  crying so loud until my mother rushed from the kitchen and saw me on the floor and screamed 'Pain'!!  My mother quickly called my father back to home and brought me to the hospital.  The doctor examined that my arm was broken and had to stayed at the hospital.  After 5 days, doctor only allowed me to discharge.

I still remembered my mother told me that I need at least 3 months to recover.  However, from that day onwards, my sister did not fought with me anymore and because this incident, my mother not allowed us to have pet during my childhood.

Every time, when I think about this incident, I will tease my youngest sister that she pushed me and caused hospitalize but I still love my sisters very much as at today.

And this is my early childhood memories! :D