Memories are collections of relics encapsulating all gloomy as well as happy moments in the past. While some bring tears to people’s faces, others give them goosebumps, making them long for objects, people, or events from the past. Still, there are some we could neither classify into happy nor sad memories. My childhood memories were no exception, recalling one of the craziest of them all.
During my primary four days, all students looked up to Fridays because the weekly tests were set for that day. Each of us had a booklet we copy test questions from, usually fixed based on our scheme of work for the week. My favorite was the creative arts section since it was all about drawing. Drawing for other students, my math and English tests were kept on hold. This went on for some time as my weekly tests snowballed.
Open-day came as parents meet with teachers to check their wards’ performances in the school activities. They all knew that when it gets to my turn, the possibility of cutting grass or washing the toilet seems inevitable. However, luckily for me, the principal came in to announce there was a Milo drawing competition that day. He had chosen me to represent my class, and that was how the impending misery that could have befallen me was averted.
Today, whenever flashes of these memories resurface, the sad thought of not making a career out of it makes me uneasy. But the interesting part is that they will be locked forever in the craziest collection of my childhood memory.