Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

“1sts” (1. My Earliest Memory)

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       Scanning my pile of notebooks/scrapbooks searching for something to write, I come across my collection of written thoughts about my “1sts” moments. These pieces are dated three years back and I remember writing these with the intention to recapture the significant times, so far, of my existence. These milestones had helped shape my persona. I wanted to record the memories before they escape my mind, and save whatever is left of these events in my thoughts ~ before they are forgotten and lost forever.

       Years from now, I want to read and be reminded of these moments and perhaps relive the bliss I felt when I had it the very first time.

Earliest Memory 

       The earliest memory I can remember is waking up ahead of my parents one morning, chasing a frog that strayed inside the house. I was maybe two or three-year old that time, and though I have a vague vision in my mind of the scene by now – perhaps because of the limited light of dawn also – but I am quite sure of the memory. Our wooden floor, the space at the bottom of the door, where the frog and the emerging daylight passed; the rays like tiny spotlights peeking through the holes in the wall; my limp steps as I chase after the frog’s agile moves. I can not recall if I caught the frog, for I don’t remember anymore what happened after that.

       As I reflect upon my erliest memory as a grown up, I understand now that even then I was already fearless, unafraid to pursue, to chase things. I am the most traveled in the family for that reason. I take chances, I chase my dreams, I pursue my destiny taking me to places. It is not important anymore if I caught the frog in the end ~ or if I would be able to live all my dreams in this lifetime. It is enough that I have tried, that I did not let my life pass me by sitted, dreaming. At least somehow, I have conquered some of them now.

 Here is my all time favorite poem/song that contenue to inspire me to dream. Lyrics by Mark D. Sanders and Tia Sillers performed by Lee Ann Womack. You can search in the youtube for the video.

I Hope you Dance 

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they’re worth taking
Lovin’ might be a mistake
But it’s worth making
Don’t let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone) 
 

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next time, I’m going to tell you about my first written/printed self-expression. ~ Jeques

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