So here goes a very small incident from my wonder years...
I was around 4 years and was studying in KG-1 in a school
in UAE. I remember having two boys as my friends, wonder why I don't remember
having any girls in my friend list until I got back to Kerala. Anyways, back to
KG days. In class I sit in between these two guys and us three used to blabber
all throughout the class. Been good children in spite of our tongues we were
spared by most of the teachers until a North Indian teacher joined the school.
I don't remember her name or details except she lacked that warmth of a teacher.
So one day she comes to class and saw us indulged in our
own world. She gave us a warning and we did keep quiet until she finished the
lessons. Again we started. Warning turned to changing places. But nothing could
keep me from my friends. Seeing all this and the disobedient me, teacher lost
her temper and slapped me on my face. Been the youngest and most pampered
child, I was too shocked and stubborn even to cry. And when Mom came to pick me
my cheeks told her the story even before I did. And even before I knew it,
Principal changed my class. Even thou I was sad to leave my friends begin I was
happy to go from her class.
I don’t even remember whether the slap caused me any pain
or not. But I do remember how my Mom made sure that I was not put in her class
again and also scolding me for making the teacher angry.
I remember how the kids and children welcomed me into their
midst with such of warmth.
I remember how my boy-friends used to meet me religiously
at all intervals.
I guess, that tiny tot incident taught me how
much I screw up in life, my parents would be there for me, even thou I have to
face their scolding’s first. And no matter what, some people could make you
feel good just with a smile.
And the best one was, I never felt bad or had any grudges against my teacher, I
was all smiles very soon. But if that happened now, I could have made quite an
hungama ... cos, as I grew up the innocence of childhood just washed
off...
But now, as I write this, I can fully understand why that
teacher of mine lost her temper.... even as an adult, I can't tolerate myself,
so at that age I would have been the worse... and my poor teacher must have
been really frustrated with all my drama.... ;)
..... Now I'm tagging
Kathy Combs. And off to
travel along with her down her memory lane.
So
what's your earliest memory.... do share it .... :)
