My first swimming lesson ended prematurely with me grabbing onto my instructor’s arms as I kicked and cried hysterically. My ballet performance was more of a circus, having shown up on stage wearing a ghastly cerulean tutu while sporting the ever famous bowl cut. During one of my karate lessons, I was nearly knocked unconscious by a parent during a karate demonstration. I stood in front of my entire Chinese class, red from head to toe with embarrassment, because I forgot my speech. And after my car ran into the curb, I had nearly lost my life for not having braked before turning as my father always told me. I had always read about the first time going swimming, about a child’s first ballet performance, about the mental and physical difficulty of learning karate, and how to drive a car. But despite all that I’ve read before, as John Keats once said, “Nothing ever becomes real ‘til it is …show more content…
The car was a complete wreck and it could barely drive, let alone in a straight line. My phone had died just minutes before. There was nobody else in the car and worse, it was snowing. Cold and alone, I was sure this was what my life would amount to. Thankfully, my car had ended up in a pocket neighborhood, and fortunately there was a family in the nearest house who had offered to help. Calling my parents and thanking the family for taking me in, the reservoirs of memories was broken and a suppressed flood of bad experiences surged into my mind and I was drowned in a torrent of memories. Memories that had always been meaningless to me but now, had never been so