Nothing really matters if you really think about it as what really matters is how you live your present life. That has always been my motto but sometimes we have to look back at our life.At the French conversation class this evening, we were asked to talk about our childhood memories. I enjoyed the class even though I had a lot of trouble formulating my thoughts let alone in French at the end of a work day. Maybe I could blame the polluted air that did not help me think clearly, the thing is I could well improve my concentration and I needed to be focused. During the class it was very enlightening to hear the other students share their stories. The teacher is in her thirties while amongst the students, two are middle-aged women and one is a teenage boy. Before I left my office, I had prepared hastily a little essay about an incident from my childhood days. When it was my turn to tell my story, I could not articulate the anecdote without referring to my notes. During the class, we talked about what triggered off scenes from our childhood and youthful days, whether it is a song, a smell or a scene etc. At the end of the class, the teacher asked if we agreed with the statement “ Nos souvenirs d’enfance nous dissent qui nous sommes”. I cannot deny that our memories are an integral part of us and whatever we have experienced in our younger days make us who we are today. I have to agree that our childhood memories do tell us who we are and on reflection, our formative years could have probably been our early years and of course how we remember them. In the novel ‘ Kafka on the shore’ written by Haruki Murakami, the fifteen year old’s life took a turn when his mother abandoned him at a very young age. In real life, some people grew up fast as their rose coloured lenses cracked at a young age due to their childhood experiences.
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