TOO YOUNG TO REMEMBER... TOO OLD TO FORGET!
Too Young to Remember… Too Old to Forget!
When I was just a simple boy who was fascinated by birds, the sounds of animals, cars, and the nighttime noises coming from all kinds of creepy crawlies.
When my world used to be too big to imagine but low enough for me to touch the skies and dreamed… I was always out there to learn something new every day.
Those were the days and years of my fragile life… our day as kids was eighteen hours long where the sun never set!
In the presence of adults, eavesdropping became the weapon of choice since these guys thought I was too short to catch the vibes.
If something said in my presence deemed potentially inappropriate or damaging, they’d just weave it and say…
Don’t worry this little boy is too young to understand … he’ll just sleep it off and never remember anything in the morning.
Only if… they knew!
Human Behavioural Science tells us that children begin to record and remember whatever happens around their space from the age of five.
Only if only my children were interested to listen to my tales… they’d be surprised and embarrassed how they have been sitting on the fields of gold.
Too young to remember and too old to forget is as real as the rising of the sun. We all believe the skies are blue because we can see it daily!
In a strange turn of events, somehow, God was able to revive the baby and the child in me… thus enabling me to write about my childhood classics.
You can find all these narratives spread across these Pages of Life… if you dare to browse them!
Too young to remember … too old to forget. This is the tale of one man pitied against the eight billion citizens of this world.
I have a story to tell and share with the world… this is the reason you and I are sitting here in this room.
One late Friday afternoon, I had to visit our relatives since they were going to have a family event that Saturday.
Arriving promptly and while entering the gate, I overheard my aunt Ruth, hissing these disturbing words…
Where is this one going… who invited him?
These words stabbed me like the sharpest knife right through my heart!
Even as the boy I was, I had to pretend I didn’t hear her venomous words swelling through the veins of my fragile heart.
It didn’t take long enough for me to turn around and head back home.
Too young to remember… too old to forget. My sweet aunt Ruth never knew about the javelin she jabbed into my heart…
I continued to love and respected her and buried the hatchet, after all… She was my Iron Lady!
Years later in my adulthood, while visiting aunt Kate… She cried bitterly as she remembered how her sister Ruth ill-treated her over the years.
I hushed her up and reminded her how important it was to forgive and forget… especially in her platinum years.
She listened and gave me her attention… and that was the first time I related the incidence I had as a ruddy boy with her sister, Ruth.
Oh God… I will never ever forget that look in her eyes and how her face lit up after hearing my secret…
She was so happy, cried, and thanked God for helping me carry such a heavy burden even as the young boy I was!
Too young to remember… too old to forgive! To forgive is the only remedy which can heal the sick and tired heart overburden with all kinds of bitterness.
The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.
I believe in the goodness of God in everything I had to go through in life…
All the pain and sadness of the heart I experienced were nothing but building blocks for my castle later in life.
God used the same pain to heal the bitterness aunt Kate carried in her heart for decades.
I am glad that before she passed on, she had made her peace with God… reached out to her sister and they happily reconciled!
Too young to remember… too old to forget! This is the conundrum… a myth I will never understand. Too old to forget is nothing but a mixture of our happy and sad memories in life.
To forget is okay as long as it remains unbiased with bitterness and vengeance. It is always healthy for our minds to celebrate the good over the terrible experience we have had.
One sad evening. My dear mother didn’t return home from work, and nobody cared to tell me the reason she was not there.
I spent the whole night tossing and turning, wondering what could have happened to my sweet mother.
Early in the morning, sitting on the doorsteps, I waited expectantly to see her coming back home.
After a long while, I lifted my head… and there was my dear mother hobbling towards home carrying all these bags.
I ran like a happy calf, took her bags, and kissed her. Wow, this was refreshing to my depressed heart!
Too young to remember… too old to forget, is nothing but a cliché of life.
Uh-oh, I do not know why the Spirit keeps on dropping these thoughts into my heart and soul.
Life to different people can be whatever you make depending on the scales of balance you use.
I apply the Word of God.
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