One of the things I’ve been working on lately is to create my wedding album for my upcoming wedding in May. In the process of doing that, I’ve been digging up my past childhood photos (to showing a growing-up collage of myself and of Ken too).
Looking at these childhood photos have been conjuring up (happy) tears, because many of these memories were lost on me growing up. It’s nice to know that I was so happy and free as a kid (as was my brother), in contrast to many of my conscious 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 parental series). It is also nice to see that my brother and I were really close when we were young too, and how he had always been by my side (holding my hand) in all our outings and celebrations. 🙂
(Side note: It gets kinda funny that I would start crying all of a sudden while looking at the photos, because then Ken would immediately come to my side, hug me, and tell me that everything is alright. I think this has probably happened like four or five times so far!)
I guess with my brother and I growing into adolescents and realities of life sinking into the household as the family grew older, it probably caused everyone to drift apart. I don’t wish for my family to be the same as it used to — like I mentioned, I’ve come to terms with my relationship with my family today — but it does hearten me to know that we were once really close. 🙂 And that just as relationships drift apart, they can always float back together too — as long as the parties are invested to make things work out.
I thought to share my childhood photos with all of you today. Nothing personal-development-esque, but simply 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 our happy times with our loved ones as we grow older.
In my baby cot with my brother by my side. 🙂 Check out my chubby cheeks!!! *guchi guchi* (I tweeted this photo out last week, and PE reader Vishnu said “very cute 🙂 !! you were always smiling, even then!!”)
Crawling. 🙂 Look at my brother’s smile!
My first birthday. 🙂 (I think my brother took my pacifier and sucked on it for fun.) Look at that smile on my face! 🙂
Oh, hello! 🙂 I remember this wooden chair! I would fidget around in it ALL the time because I wouldn’t be able to get out once I was placed in it. There was eventually a point when I figured out how to move while INSIDE the chair and I would shuffle around the house in it, LOL! My parents stopped placing 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 forgot what ever happened to it!
More birthday celebration. 🙂 I guess that’s always an occasion for photo taking!
Happy birthday again — I think my fourth birthday? See that box on the table? I would later find out that it was a talking doll, which freaked the **** out of me!! 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 (thank god).
Making a wish! 🙂
At some exhibition, with my brother. (Mosaicked his photos from this point onwards to protect his privacy.)
Holding a rose. 🙂 I think this was after some school event?
At the zoo, with my brother 🙂
Running towards my dad 🙂
With my brother at the swimming pool. I thought we looked kinda cool here!
At the science center
Outside my home
My first ever passport photo! 🙂 Passport photos tend to be our worst photos, but they are so cute to look at after you’ve grown up! I really love this one, haha! 🙂 It’s sweet to know that my mom has kept a copy of this by her bedside all these years!
With my mom. 🙂 ♥
Do you have any childhood photos of your own or photos of you and your child? Do share in the comments section. 🙂
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