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My Best Childhood Memory 國三丙 胡海默

Childhood Memory

Everyone has been through the phase of childhood, and so have I. I believe every single person has 79
one childhood memory that is the best and most unforgettable. Although my childhood memory was 亮
not the most relaxing thing I had to go through, it made me realize how much my father was willing to 在
sacrifice for my well-being. 紙
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I was the eldest child in my family; therefore all of the hopes such as getting good grades in my 上
examinations or being a child who can help the elders to care for the younger children fell on to my 的
shoulders like an enormous burden. I was trained to be an independent and obedient child from birth. 光
Thus, I seldom rejected orders from my parents.

When I was in the third grade, my father suddenly wanted me to take the test for a scholarship to
study abroad. I was reluctant at first, but after deep consideration, I persuaded myself to give it a try.
From then on, I would burn the midnight oil every night to prepare for the examination. No matter how
weary my father got from working, he would accompany me whenever I stayed up late to study, and I
was joyous that my father was so concerned for me and was willing to sacrifice his resting time for me.

However, not long after, I began to take this all for granted. I started to slack a little and wasn’t as
diligent as before. I also began to make up excuses, telling my father I was tired and didn’t want to
study. Upon seeing all of this, my father didn’t even say one word. He remained silent and tried to turn a
blind eye to them.

One day, I was in a terrible mood because of being punished by my teacher. That night, when my
father was teaching me math, I threw a huge tantrum at him saying that I could not comprehend what
he was teaching me. That was the last straw. My father put down the pen and stared long and hard at
my face. “This is enough for now. Why don’t you go and rest? You won’t be able to study efficiently with
this attitude. I know you are in a bad mood; however, have you ever thought that after a full day of work,
I would be tired?” My father’s words were like a bucket of ice poured on to my head. I hung my head low
and didn’t say another word. “When did I become such an ungrateful child? Dad was only trying to help
me do my best to obtain the scholarship and yet I shouted at him.” I thought to myself. After my father
left the room, I lay down on my bed feeling guilty about what I had done.

Over the next few weeks, everything returned to normal as if that incident had not happened.
However, I worked harder and tried my best to absorb everything my father taught me. When the results
of the scholarship came out, I was depressed because I didn’t get it but my dad comforted me and told
me I had done well.

Time has flown, but this memory is still vivid in my mind. My father sacrificed his time and willingly
helped me with my studies. Although I did not achieve the goal he set for me, he did not blame me for
it. Looking back at it now, I still feel guilty for yelling at my father when he was so tired. I realize I was
selfish and never thought about him. He had to go through a great deal of trouble for me yet he never
once gave up on me. In order to pay back my father, I will try my best to do my filial duty because I have
learned how much he cares and sacrifices for me.