When I turned 1 I still didn't know how to speak
Though I don't remember the day specifically, some relatives told me that they brought a family friend to look at me as I lay on a table, and as they loomed above me making funny faces in the hope of provoking me to respond, I peed in their face. I remember that last part.
When I turned 3 I learned to let go
As a surgeon for the royal air force hospital, my mother was also subjected to the new rule of no pets in the base housing. I was ushered with her and our little brown furred dog into a convoy of about 4 jeeps, stopped in the middle of a wild land with empty fields and trees in the distance, and laid out a small bowl of food for the dog before walking away. I remember watching my mom walking back to the convoy and asking her if we really have to leave the dog here and if it will be able to find food. She said that all animals came from the wild and a part of them will always belong to the wild. I accepted that and walked with her. On the ride back to the base, I remember asking her if we will ever see our dog again, she said probably not.
When I turned 4 I was forced to learn the piano
The teacher commented, offhand, the first week about my fingers being stubby and I walked right out of the lesson. My mother told me later in the day with a laugh of how a year ago, she was holding my hand as we walked side by side till she realized I was dragging her hand every few steps. She looked down and saw me turning my head every few steps and batting my eyes at - another girl my age behind us who was being led by another hospital staff who worked with my mom.
When I turned 5 I was playing the Violin
I remember how my mom bought me McDonald every time after each lesson using free meal coupons she got from handouts at her hospital.
When I turned 6 I would go out every day and kill hundreds of ants
With a wooden twig I'd smash them to bits on a concrete floored area outside our apartments, one after another. Ever since then I feel I've gained a bad karma with insects and even now wherever I go, mosquito and other insects always chose to bite me many times more than other people around me at the same place.
When I turned 8 I was living in my own apartment
With my grandpa coming to make sure I'm doing my homework on a daily basis, I used to drive him crazy with my careless habits. He's somewhere in his 90s now and told me that he only knows the month he was born in, but not the date.
When I turned 13 I injured a shoulder, had skin torn off the side of a leg, was tripped in a Snow Football game and had snow kicked in my face while I tried to get up.
Afterward, I sat and cried on a school bench. I looked up and saw the most beautiful girl in my classes sitting beside me and comforted me with some very sweet words. We sat there then with the still bright snow around us in silence, and I no longer felt cold.
When I turned 15 I stayed up till 4 am dissecting the feelings I had for the first and biggest crush I had on the most beautiful girl in my grade and decided it was pure infatuation, and smiled inside realizing how much more beautiful true love is.
When I turned 17 I sat side by side on the back porch of my closest friend from high school. Her nearly white blond silky hair glistened in the sunset, and we just sat in silence watching the backyard pond her dad had constructed the week before as we sipped at smoothies I picked up earlier for us. I made a promise to give her a ring for Christmas made out of wires, and present it to her in a mock proposal at a beautiful park in a nearby town on a gallery like Pedestal Bridge flanked one side by a small pond, and the other side by a busy street bustling with passing cars.
When I turned 20 I fell truly in love for the first time in my life but felt it was too good to be true and only asked her to be my girlfriend on New Year's Eve. That year was when I started writing love poems, and to share with the world the beautiful sides of love. In a sense no love is forever, or perfect. But the beautiful sides of it are the rarest and the most valuable things we can experience in life as a people. Past love is hard to let go of, but no one should ever let them go. Not something so precious and so true. Because even though it is not forever, it is still love.