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Every one of us has experiences that set us for life. They create our being and purpose, making us who we are as adults. What you remember most, you remember as a child and will do so forever. Some of my own childhood experiences have etched likes.dislikes and fears in our minds that will last an eternity.
Why I turned out to be a dog lover today
Like many others, I grew up to become a dog lover very much because I was surrounded by dogs all my life. Every little dog has taught me so much about living, being patient, honest and above all, loyal. My best childhood memories revolve around dogs.
My very first dog, a reward for behaving well from my father, was a Daschund named Oink Oink (I know, I know, the name is a little quirky, blame it on her previous owners!) instilled in me a love for animals that is going to be very difficult to change. I simply cannot do without the presence of a dog in the home. Tragically, it is because of the way this frisky little daschund died that this passion for animals was nurtured.
I was six years old, following my mother out of the gate for our nightly walk after dinner, Oink, who loved to follow us on a run, sneaked out of the gate and sprinted after us. It was the last sprint of her life. A driver drove by just then and hit her, leaving her body on the ground, with a decapitated neck.
From that moment on, I promised myself that in my heart would always be a huge space for a little dog and that animals deserved only the best treatment.
How I grew to love reading - becoming a teacher and writer!
Some of my best childhood memories revolve around reading. My mother, a teacher, was the teacher in charge of her school’s library. She used to stack piles of Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew paperbacks in the back of her car and I would devour them voraciously. Of course, I often ended up helping mum to catalogue the books as well.
It is no mystery why it is said that parents should always encourage reading. Had it not been for those books, I would not have loved literature and become a language teacher and now, writer.
How childhood memories shaped my love for music
My dad, a guitarist in his own band, often had, and still has, music gigs in pubs and cruise liners. I used to follow him and the other band boys in a van and tamper with the amplifiers and consoles. The best memories I had were of joining dad onstage for a number or two, either vocally or on the piano.
I grew to love the keyboard and piano, and have been playing them for about 25 years. I gave it up for a short time when I met a nightmare of a music teacher who rapped my knuckles hard for playing the wrong note. Fortunately, I never abandoned this passion and have played for and organized many concerts.