Childhood memories

I am sure everyone might have their own childhood memories which were painful when they were kid but they laugh too much on them. So, like others I have some stories from my childhood as well. And I will share them with you all.

There were many incidents which were painful to me when I was a kid but now I talk about them and laugh.

One of the incidents is – I remember when I was a kid maybe 8 to 9 years old I was playing outside with my friends and I didn’t notice the time then my mother came calling my name then when she saw me she started scolding me and my friends together. She said something like don’t you all have home or things to do playing so late. Then she grabbed my hand and I got scared about if she will beat me. She said let’s go home I will teach you something today and I started crying because I thought she is going to beat me but when we reached home she made me wash my face and hands . Then told me to eat my food. When I think about that time I was really scared of my mother but it’s really funny to think that incident.

There’s this another incident on Sunday morning I was out playing with my friends again cz it was Sunday right?

My mother called me to take bath but I ignored her and continued playing then she came running with slipper in her hand and ran behind me with that slipper. I remember how I travelled my neighbourhood so quickly and no one came to help me. Every aunty was watching and saying she didn’t listen her mom again.

The last incident I would share is also related to my mother. This time I don’t remember what I did but I remember to save my self from her beating I went to top floor and tried locking the door. I couldn’t do it because I was young then I took photo of god and started praying that please save me and cried. But no one came to save me but my mother. I don’t remember what happened next I am sure she might have slapped me or something because I did something stupid. It was her way of teaching lessons but.

There is this special thing about those memories. Whenever my mother hit me she made or bought something tasty after that. Even if it was my mistake she always gave me something good to forget those beatings and sometimes she cried as well.

I understand it might feel like it’s all traumatising but I speak about it now and it’s so funny and now I tell my mother and siblings and we laugh alot.