My earliest memory didnt occur very early in my life. It happened when my mother was pregnant with my younger brother, meaning I was at least 7 years old. As an attempt rid herself of some of the stress, my parents sent me and my sister to stay with our godparents during the week my brother was due. During an outing with my godparents, we walked by a toy store and I noticed a toy that I wanted- a Barbie- sitting in the window. Immediately, without thinking, I asked her If we see something we like, can we buy it? with the first we referring to myself, and the second we referring to her. My sister immediately got extremely upset with me and told me that my question was rude and completely uncalled for, and I felt very embarrassed. My godmother was very kind in denying my request, as she had intended to make the stop in order to get introductory knitting materials: we did not end up purchasing the Barbie. I remember this memory partially because this story was told to me over and over again, but also because I remember the embarrassment and regret that immediately followed this incident. Overall, this memory may have shown indications or stems of the overly analytical feelings that I have now about certain situations. While I certainly am less outspoken and brash, I still have moments where my inappropriate comments are met with harsh receptions and similar feelings will ensue.
-- Edited by 102intro on Monday 24th of October 2011 12:43:21 AM
I feel like we all went through a phase in life when we discovered what was rude and what wasn't. Things like this, I think, empart on us the value of money, and the "things" it can get us. I know when I was young, I couldn't get enough of these things. There's soemthing to be said about the value of things and how we relate them to rudeness and kindness. I know some people's grandparents use money as a means of expressing love (mine included).