My favourite childhood memory

My favourite childhood memory

‘The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and
moments. If you don't celebrate those, they can pass you by.’ I’m sure that everyone in this world
has memories, both good and bad. Memories are the little things that help in running our lives
smoothly. In other words, memories are irreplaceable and they are very dear to us. In my opinion,
one’s childhood memories are the dearest to anyone. They help in keeping the child in us alive.
Furthermore, some memories help us get through the days and be cheerful. I do have memories
from long ago and also from recent times. But there is one memory that I cherish the most and it
happened when I was 4 years old.

I was born and brought up in a very loving family. Growing up with my elder brother whom
I used to play a lot have made my childhood so memorable. I remember each and every game
we used to play together because every moment is very precious to me. So, the story began when
one evening, my brother, Adam asked me to join him playing at the park which was not far from
our house. Since I didn’t have any plans for that evening, I agreed to his plan without hesitation.
But before that, my brother asked my father for his permission and luckily he allowed us but with
one condition. Adam needed to keep an eye on me when we were there. I met my father’s gaze
and smiled before following my brother outside.

Upon arriving, there were a lot of teenagers and kids at the park. Some of them were
playing football, meanwhile, the others were enjoying themselves at the park. I was intrigued by
one of the equipments provided at the park which was the monkey bar. A rush of excitement sent
color to my cheeks, and I tore my gaze from my brother, focusing my attention on the bar. I was
so excited and ran toward it as fast as I could. When I was there, I realized that I wasn't the only
one who was running away after hearing Adam’s fast footsteps right behind me. He was about to
get mad at me because I left him too suddenly. I made a sympathetic face as a sign that I was
apologizing.

“I want to play this monkey bar,”

With a winsome smile, I asked him. He said that it was dangerous for me because I was
too short for that bar. Plus, the ground was wet and covered by mud due to heavy rain that
morning. But, I was too stubborn and still resist climbing it. Shaking his head, he stared at the
monkey bar.

“Just once.” He replied.

Then I started to climb the stairs of the bar carefully. At first, everything was fine but not
until my hand slipped from one of the bars. Unfortunately, I fell into the mud and started to bawl
when I felt extreme pain. We had become the center of attention at that moment. My brother was
in shock and too afraid to take me back home because I told him that my right hand could not
move.

When Adam came to his sense, he brought me to the tap nearby which was at the park to
clean my clothes and we decided to go back home. Upon arriving, he brought me to the back
door of our house as he was afraid of getting scolded by my father. As soon as he opened the
door, my father was in front of us and as I lost in my tears because of the pain, I realized that my
brother had left me alone because he was afraid after seeing my father. With a concerned look,
my father examined my right hand that was twisted and took me to the hospital.

The doctor did an x-ray and stated that my hand was broken. When they did the cement
process, everything was fine and settled. But, when I was about to go home and open the car
door, I asked my father to open the door from inside because he had already entered the car.
Then he told me to open the door using another hand that did not have the cement. That was
when I realized that the non-cemented hand was the one that broke. I showed an innocent smile
as my father was at a loss for words. Without hesitation, he took me back to the hospital to do the
cement process on the right hand that was broken.

For me, that was my favourite childhood memory because the incident was very unique
and every time I look at my right hand, I will remember the memory.