- 5 years old: Driving my bicycle crossing over a small obstacle, waking up in the hospital.
- 6 years old: Celebrating and enjoying feast with my extended family, my cousin who is playing with fireworks injures my face. The resultant was a bloody face and a tiny permanent scar.
- 10 years old: Receiving an award for being the best team leader.
- 12 years old: First time to appear on TV.
- 13 years old: My father having his open heart surgery.
Friday, March 02, 2007
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3 comments:
Tesada2 I never noticed the scar.
Well it is good to remember the past as long as we are not trapped by its memory
Jux: Next time we meet, remind me to point it out to you. That's if you failed to find it bardo
Sarah: Welcome to my humble space. That's true, it's just a fine thread that separates memories from turning into a prison.
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