Recollections of childhood

In my blog, you may find that many articles are about my childhood memories. Probably, you will pose a lot of questions, such as why do you always cling to your past? Can’t you lead a happy life now? Is there anything special worth your recalling? Is it because your psychological age is younger than others’? I can’t give you a clear answer right away. After some consideration, I do capture some reasons explaining why I like far back memories. Firstly, I am always mistakenly regarded as a teenage girl by people around me, for I have a baby face and look younger than my peers. Accordingly, I still preserve traces of childlike innocence. Moreover, as a high school teacher, I spend most of my time with my teenage students. A good teacher must become one with students. This also accounts for my psychological conditions. Secondly, I am not a city girl by origin. My early years were spent in the countryside. The beautiful rural scenery and simple and honest connections between folks left a deep impression on me. In this fast-paced society, I couldn’t spare some time to find a quiet place to relax my tired soul. On starless nights, I often resort to my bygone memories to relieve pressure and discomforts. Thirdly, like everyone else, I have an amiable grandma in my childhood. She is an important person and brought me up with her rough hands. She taught me many things and cared and protected me from all hurts in my delicate infancy. I spent numerous happy days with my grandma, which later constitutes my source of reminiscence. Every time I think back, limitless scenes pour into my mind, forming a live TV series. Then I have the impulse to write them down. Fourthly, I am a sensitive girl by nature and susceptible to the external world. While I am alone, my mind wanders around, from the present coffee cup held in hand to the teddy bear in my old home, my pals in the kindergarten or an afternoon some years ago when rosy clouds covered the west of the sky, numerous red dragonflies were flying around…Memories are treasures of one’s life. In the dull days, they brighten our life and bring more happiness and consolation to us. Childhood is like a harbor where weary souls can have a rest temporarily.