
My
pasts has never been the life of an average growing kid. Fortunately it is not
because of my parents. Mummy and Baba (father in Nepali
😊) has always been there
for me and my elder sister. They did their best they could to give us the life
of royal as they used to call it while comparing mine and my sister’s lives
with there’s. My mom and late father used to be amazed by my ability to recollect
my childhood memories. I personally think that our ability to save memory of
pasts depends on how memorable it was. Memorable memory could either be
horrible/terrible or wonderful memories. I don’t claim that all my memories are
wonderful as there were some points when I used to get subjected to horrifying
situations knowingly or unknowingly especially from a young child’s
perspective.