childhood memories

I envy those who could actually remember how happy his/her childhood was. So, at the end of the day, these people would have heaps of interesting stories to be passed onto their children, or grand children, etc.

"When I was little..." has always been my favorite sentence. Whenever I hear anyone say that one sentence, I’ll put my hair behind my ears and listen attentively even though, maybe, it’s the same story for the one-hundredth time.

My parents are very good storytellers, with tons of hillarious stories to share. Mom with her trouble maker attitudes, yes.. in her big family, she was widely known for her afternoon 'physical training' with the boys. Everyone kept on telling me how wild she was. Not only that, she loved to play tricks with her teachers. I couldn't imagine how on earth would one be able to ring the school's bell (before class ended) or to make use of his teachers' love letters in exchange for her tardiness. Thankfully, she still managed to score well in her studies.

My dad stories was rather inspiring, he hard a life. My grandfather was a soldier with 8 kids. To ease his dad's financial burden, my dad chose to live with his aunts and tried to earn money on his own at a very young age. In one day, you would find him selling kerosene from one village to another, if he didn't earn any money, he then went to the rice field, helped the owner to plant or to harvest. He wouldn't go back until he have some money to be given for his aunts and his siblings. What makes me amaze is that such situation didn't prevent him to quit his school. Instead, he used it as a motivation to strive the best. He didn't care what others say about his broken shoes or his torn clothes, because what matter to him is his family.

Reflecting on their experiences, I wonder what sort of things should I tell to my children. I had very vague memories of my childhood, especially after my parents' divorce. It seemed like, I had block a certain period of my life unconsciously. All I could recall are I was a bit of tomboy (got into fight ocassionally), I didn't have many close friends (they mocked my parents' divorce behind my back), I wasn't a bright student (I was so... dumb!!), I hated arts lesson the most, I couldn't sleep by myself until the age of 12. What else?
OK, this is funny.. I always have a crush on my teacher!! HAHAHA....

Pheww...
Now, my heart is filled with jealousy towards my parents, but in a good way. I wish to have a lot more to say about my childhood. Some story which could make my children feel the same way as I do with my parents. Gosh, I better find a way which could bring my memories back =)