I’m sure everybody has some or many of their fail moments in life. Today I’ve been thinking of the three big fail moments that had happened to me when I was a child. There was one coincidence in all those three moments for me was that I always had mum with me in every single story (and because dad was hardly ever home).
#ThatFailMoment01: When I was about 5 years old, at the age that every person’s biggest love was either with candies or cookie or ice-cream or chocolate or ALL of them. One day, mum came home from grocery store and bought me something, could be either of those sweet things which I can’t remember what she bought anymore. However, I remember how she bought and left them home when I was playing with the neighbour kids, then I decided to share some of the ‘goodies’ with them. Mum came back when all the goodies were gone and she got really mad. I couldn’t understand why. I thought sharing is good. Then she told me (in an angry tone) that I was not allowed to give food to ‘those’ kids while we didn’t even have enough… I guess it was difficult time then…
#ThatFailMoment02: I was 6 years old. I still remember my first writing lesson on my first day at primary school. I still remember how other kids’ parents were watching us from the window (Well, it’s kind of a big deal – it’s the first day of primary school that you’re talking about. All parents showed up very earlier to watch the kids – except for my parents but I didn’t even think of that for a second – not that my parents did not care about me but dad was away and mum was super busy). The teacher taught us how to make a line on the paper with a ruler and a pencil. I did it perfectly well. I knew it because I sat next to the window and one of the parents told me that I did well. And that fail moment started when I decided to use my extra-skill with an eraser to undo all what I did with the ruler and pencil so that I can do it over and over and over again… My paper got dirty and I got grade 6 (out of 10) but I didn’t even feel upset. I think what I did was to ‘repeat’ the ‘right’ thing only. I ran home to see mum and happily made an announcement that I got grade 6 for the writing lesson. Then one second later I realised how angry mum was. She even asked me if I was out of mind and how could I even stay so happy to tell her that I got only grade 6. She also said that I should be ashamed of that instead and I surely got with me some some of the unforgettable moments and I would never repeat-that-right-thing again.
#ThatFailMoment03: Hmmm, 7 years old, I was practicing to ride a bike with one of my cousins. I just remember how I finally ride it…for real, an ‘adult’ 2 wheel bike – not the mini 3 wheel bikes like when I was a little kid. I was riding it and I saw mum. I turned my head and reached out for mum and said: “Hey mum, look at me, I know how to ride a bike!”. Then all of the sudden, I hit a rock in the road and I fell off the bike. And I could hear her shout again. End of story.
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