Memories

One of the most important memories that I have from my childhood was the cut that I got when I went to Bali when I was three years old. It was probably not the funniest, but definitely the most significant experience that I will never forget. I would considered this as a sad event and I do strongly believe that people remember sad events better than happier ones since it teaches us a lesson in life. I remembered the second my parents opened the door of the hotel, I started jumping up and down on the bed and started playing with the closet. Suddenly while my parents weren’t watching, I just cut myself with the closet door and my right hand pinking was just bleeding and bleeding without stopping. My parents quickly sent me to the hospital and I got stitches. I really learned from that lesson that I should never ever play with the closet door ever again. The cut from the closet was still on my right hand pinky, so it reminds me every single time when I wanted to play with something foolish. This was the most important and significant memory that I have in my childhood and I’ll never forget about this.