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Honestly, I do not have a vivid memory of my years growing up. My earliest memories were from around age 5 or 6. I guess way too much time has passed, compared to a child from the 1990s or 2000s. Or maybe my life was too uneventful to have anything worth remembering, but here goes.
I spoke Hokkien
My mother tongue is Cantonese but my babysitter was Hokkien and they conversed in Hokkien at home. My parents sent me to this Hokkien woman to babysit me while they went to work in the morning and collected me when they got off work in the evening. I spent at least 8 or 9 hours a day at this household, five days a week for about two years.
I don't remember it myself but I conversed in Hokkien then. After I was no longer sent to her, I forgot about the dialect, but my parents never let me forget the fact as they used to tease me about it. Goodness, instead of encouraging me to speak an extra dialect, they were discouraging. Perhaps it will all come back to me if I get a huge knock on my head.
I don't have any baby photos because my parents couldn't afford a camera then. During one school holiday trip when we stayed at my uncle's house in the capital city, they invited us to browse their photo album. My mom spotted my baby photo there and requested to have it. They refused! Duh... I'm not their daughter. Why would they want to keep my photo?
I was enrolled in kindergarten at a young age, about 4, to this class at a Baptist Church a short drive from my house, because my parents had to park me somewhere when they went to work. My mom had fixed hours while my dad was in business. I skipped school whenever my dad didn't have business to attend to, which now seemed like a lot of days, as his business tanked.
I got beaten up almost daily
I don't know why my brother, four years older, hated me and would physically assault me almost every day. Every morning, I would cry and beg my dad not to leave for work, because my mom already left at 7+am. I remember this one time my dad gave me 20 cents to appease me. The coin fell out of my pocket when my brother hit me and I got it worse from him, because I was richer than him by 20 cents. Besides physical assault, I had to serve him like I was a slave. I can't remember now how long it went on and under what circumstances this bullying stopped, but it eventually did.
Black big toe & mole removal
This is a vivid memory as I carried this black big toe for months. I was standing on the rail of our house gate playing with my siblings when my brother, in full force, pushed the gate (with me on it). I was stupid and didn't react fast enough by hopping down. So, the gate banged on the wing wall at the end of our driveway, along with my toe. It took months for the blue-black to dissipate. I can't remember now if I lost my nail but it's all good now. And then there was the time when he used a nail clipper to remove my mole near my navel. It was super painful for months until the injury healed, with the mole still intact. Years later, I got it removed by a plastic surgeon.
I got my ears snipped
My dad was the one who cut my hair when I was a kid, not because he liked to or had the flair for it. It was just to save money, so I had this boyish coconut head when I was growing up that people thought I was a boy. I remember getting my ears accidentally snipped as my hair was being cut, and it happened more than once. Luckily I don't have disfigured ears now.
I almost went bald
I can't remember if it was during my kindergarten or primary school that I contracted head lice from some other pupil. My dad took me to the barber and told him to shave my head. The barber asked why the need to shave my hair off. My dad said it's because of the lice. Barber took pity on me and forewent the business, telling my dad that we could just purchase a head lice solution from the shop and it can be easily settled. So, off we went home, stopping at the shop for the head lice solution.
Chased by rooster
I have a phobia of roosters. When I was a child, my dad had a pet rooster, not for consumption. Somehow, this bird loved chasing me. I was just a kid, short and couldn't outrun it. Worse, this rooster could fly. Sometimes, when it flew over to my neighbor's house across the hedge fencing, I was forced to go over to catch it back. I don't even remember if it had a name or what happened to it later because we don't have it anymore, but until today, I still fear roosters and in general, any animal that has a beak.
I dreamt of pooping
And I did it literally, in bed, in the middle of the night. I was just a kid, so not big poo, but what is known as "goat shit", small round ones. I'd wake up and then change my pajama pants, carefully wrapping the one I wore earlier with all the pebble poo and placed everything in the laundry basket. I have no idea why I didn't flush the shit down the toilet first, but my mom got an unpleasant surprise in the morning while sorting out the clothes to be washed. Hahahahaha if I remember correctly, it happened not once but twice. *facepalm*
I refused to go to school
I shared this before in my banana article. I was enrolled in a Chinese-language school but I refused to go to school for a week until my parents gave up and transferred me to a co-ed school. On my first day as we finished school, I was running toward my dad who came to collect me, and tripped. I'm not sure if I fell by myself or was pushed, but my dad said that the environment was too rough and moved me to another school, an all-girls Convent school. With my parents giving up rather than persisting, my entire being changed because studying in a Chinese school (1st one), a Malay school (2nd one), or an English school (3rd one) differently shapes a person's mindset and way of thinking.
In Would I Rather This / That, one of the questions posed was "Would you rather be able to change your past or be able to change your future?"No matter how f@arked up my life was growing up, I wouldn't want to change anything. The past is the past and it's time to make my own future.