One of the things I’ve been working on lately is to create my wedding album for my upcoming wedding (May 2014). In the process of doing that, I’ve been digging up my past childhood photos (to show a growing-up collage of myself and Ken).
Looking at these childhood photos have been conjuring up tears, because many of these memories were lost on me growing up. It’s nice to know that there was a time when I was so happy and carefree as a kid (as was my brother), in contrast to many of my older memories of my childhood and my relationship with my parents as a child (which were of negativity, as I had written in my anger series and parent series). It is also nice to see that my brother and I were really close when we were young, even if that changed when we grew older.
(Side note: It’s funny that I would start crying all of a sudden while looking at the photos, because Ken would immediately come to my side, hug me, and tell me that everything is alright. This has probably happened like four or five times so far!)
I guess with my brother and I growing up into adolescents and the realities of life sinking into the household as the family grew older, along with the inherent issues between my parents, it caused everyone to drift apart. And that just as people drift apart, they can always float back together — as long as the parties involved are invested to make things work out.
I thought to share my childhood photos with all of you today. Nothing personal-development-related, just to share a piece of my life with you guys. I hope this inspires to take more photos of you and your loved ones, because the photos can serve as great reminders of happy times with our loved ones as we grow older.
Enjoy!
In my baby cot with my brother by my side — mosaicked his photos to protect his privacy. (I tweeted this photo out last week and PE reader Vishnu said “very cute :) !! you were always smiling, even then!!”)
Crawling :)
My first birthday
Oh hello! :) I remember this wooden chair — I would fidget in it all the time because I wouldn’t be able to get out once I was placed inside. I eventually figured out how to move around while INSIDE the chair and I would shuffle around the house in it, LOL! My parents stopped putting me inside after that happened a few times.
Another birthday. I guess mine, since I was standing in the center?
By the stairway :)
I remember this pink panther toy! I played with it for a while, but I don’t know what my parents did to it after that.
Snuggling with the panther :)
Happy birthday again — I think this was my fourth birthday? See that box on the table? I later found out that it was a large talking doll, which really freaked me out. I went to my room, kept crying, and refused to get out until my parents got rid of the doll. (I never saw it again.)
Making a wish :)
At some exhibition
Holding a rose. :) I think this was after some school event?
At the zoo, with my brother
Running toward my dad :)
Another birthday
With my brother at the swimming pool
At the Science Center
Outside our home
With my mom
And Yours?
Do you have any childhood photos of your own? Maybe it’ll be nice to review them every once in a while, as a walk down memory lane. :)
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I dislike talking dolls too!! Dolls always seemed to freak me out, even those that cannot talk. I attribute that to hearing scary stories as a kid about toys (the version I heard was Teletubbies) coming alive when you’re asleep. When I was a teenager, I got a good scare when I triggered a motion-sensitive doll to speak in a toy store, hahahah! Interesting how these things stay with you, even after knowing those stories were fake =P
Before our wedding my husband and I did the same thing. We found our old photos but we
also found some funny photos of our parents. All the guests were laughing a lot
while watching them on the screen and of course our parents were very happy to
see them.
So smiley! :D
We did this thing in my school where the final year students would have their own photo board. It included a recent photo and a childhood photo. That was a pretty cool tradition! I remember my kiddie photo was of me riding a toy moped. And the recent photo was a joke photo of me “behind bars”, so the moped photo got captioned “traffic hooligan” :D
Very nice pictures. I enjoyed looking at them.
The talking doll story is hilarious! I can imagine a little child running from a doll, aww. You’re lucky to have so many pics of you as a child. I don’t have many (maybe a dozen at best). I had short hair, too, as a little girl (mom gave me the “bowl” cut… haha).
That doll was BIG! I think it was like 1/2 my height at least? (As you can see from the huge box!) But it is funny thinking back, haha!
Sweet pictures! Makes me want to look at my childhood pictures now. Haha!
You should if you haven’t Thach!! It’s really great fun and triggers strong (positive) emotions! :D
Cute! I enjoyed looking at your photos. :) Should get my old ones out again, lol.
Thanks Celes for the trip down your memory lane. Very enjoyable.
Thank you for appreciating the photos, John! :)
that cute >< !!
XD !!!
Adorable pics :)
Thanks Ipshita! :)
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