Monday Muses: Childhood Memories

I remember my childhood memories as little adventures I've taken. Most of them which I took with my best friend Duhita who is a year older than me.

          One of many adventures I took with her was to the Chinese food restaurant called Twin Lins to order some chicken and broccoli, our favorite. So at the time I was only seven and she was eight. My dad gave me a dollar every day before he went to work and I would save it up in my piggy bank. I used to live in the same apartment building as her grandmother so when she came over her dad give her money for a snack.

So one day we decided we were going to buy some Chinese food and it would be our little secret. Well technically it’s not a secret anymore because you’re reading this but anyways you get the jest. At the time my grandparents were out of the country and my parents were at work so her grandma was also babysitting me along with Duhita.

So when her grandmother went to take her daily nap, Duhita and I set out on our adventure. We took this carton of oil that her grandmother had in her kitchen and put it between the door and the wall so the outside door wouldn't lock us out. We were only seven, obviously we didn't have keys, so this was the perfect solution. We walked the long journey of 10 feet to the Chinese restaurant, we had reached our destiny. There we had ordered our food and had paid with twenty quarters since we didn't have any actual dollars. The lady at the counter was confused but didn't say anything. So we waited for our food which took only a few minutes but which seemed like a life to a seven year old me. It felt even longer because we had to make it back home and finish eating before her grandmother woke up. It was like a race to the finish before the time bomb exploded. It was epic. When we got our food we raced home and being the kids we are eating was a competition which I happily won.

What I think I love the most of childhood memories is that what seems like such a simple task now was like and adventure when we were kids. It made things seem like a fairy tale  That’s why the best memories are from our childhood in my opinion.