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Your earliest memories
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Beejadhur Sewumber
Born: Aug 21, 1949 Primary Ed. : 1962 Secondary Ed. : 1967 Univ. Ed.: 1978 Joined Nec Staff: 1979 
By Beejadhur Sewumber
Published on 10/14/2006
 

I often sit by the window or lay thinking and recalling my earliest memories sometimes with amusement and at other times with nostalgia. My father tells me that I was quite mischievous but lighted hearted but sometimes quite affected.

 

On one occasion, I remember having taken the saw of my father and, with the help of a cousin, crept into the waiting room and sawed the leg of a chair. I just wanted to ‘show’ him what I was capable of. However, my plan failed. Instead of my father, an orthodox aunt called in and sat snugly on it, falling head first. My cousin and I chuckled. Seeing the stare of my father, we stopped laughing, but as soon as we saw his twisted smile, we did not bother about the ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ of my aunt. We had a good spanking.

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On another occasion, I lost my cherished doll. I had slept with it and ‘fed’ it and cajoled it. It was my ‘life’. One day, I gave it a bath and put it in the sun to dry. At night, I forgot to take it as some other attraction was given to me. The next morning, when I remembered it, I went to take it, but it was soaked in the night rain. It was a dripping wet doll that I took into the kitchen hopefully to dry it in the gas stove. I was content enough to see that part of it had indeed dried up and my solution was soon going to work out. At one moment, my mother suddenly came in exclaiming my stupidity. As I made the shocking jerk, it fell on the fire and was burning. By the time she finished scolding me and came to put it off, the doll was burning beyond recovery.
 
Of all my childhood memories, these have marked me the most. I live with them till one day recount them to my grandchildren.
 
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