Write down the memories of your childhood that you learned things from it.memories of our childhood
There will be many different answers here and it will be interesting to gauge what different people write. One of the first things I remember from childhood was playing wiffle ball in the back yard right after school. It was a relatively pure experience, one that predated social obsessions, challenges with the realm of dating, and the notion of living life through the lens of the other. Instead, this moment I remember was fairly transparent in its expression of joy. I remember the sound made when I connected and the trajectory of the ball. I remember the different stances I would take before swinging. Andre Dawson, Ryne Sandberg, Mark Grace, or even Jerome Walton- all of them would yield similar moments of swinging and missing. Yet, those moments when I remembered connecting allowed me to fully enjoy the moment, primarily because it was mine. It was a feeling that I was not to experience until much later in terms of being completely happy in a moment in time.
My clearest memory, one that I learned from, as a kid is when I was in fourth grade. I was learning how to multiply by two numbers. You know, like 24*12? I was a smart kid and always got 100% on stuff. But all of a sudden I was getting 0% because I did not realize you had to move over one column to the left when I started to multiply by the second number (the 1 in this poing).
I didn't want to admit that I was making mistakes so I tried to hide my papers instead of asking for help. I learned from that that it is foolish to feel bad when you make mistakes -- the only way to learn is to admit mistakes and find out what you have done wrong.
I am not sure of the question, but what I think you are asking is can I relate a story where I learned something as a child.
For example, I learned team work when I had to do dishes and housework with my sister and brother. We eventually worked out a task list which took less time to accomplish than just cleaning haphazardly.
I learned the value of a dollar when I had to work to earn the money to buy a car and pay for insurance.
I learned about other cultures when I traveled in foreign countries (and appreciated being an American even more.)
I hope these ideas help you get started writing.
As a child I was very fond of dogs. I had no fear of them and I would walk up to any dog at any time and hug it. Two events taught me a lessons about the nature of an animal that I have ever forgotten.
One day my grandmother and I were walking in our neighborhood. I saw a dog and ran up to it. I asked the lady what kid of dog it was and she told me a boxer. Being an impudent fool I acted like I was going to punch the dog. The dog jumped at me and bit my nose very hard. I no longer punch dogs.
The second lesson I had to learn was regarding dogs and dinner. Our neighbor had a huge sweet German Shepard. One day I was playing in the yard and the lay had fed it. The dog was eating. I wanted to show off so I went o the dog's bowl and acted like I was going to take a bite.
That big German Shepard tore me up. He bit my head, face and arms. I had 13 stitches on the top of my head. Needless to say, if a dog is eating, I leave it alone, especially a German Shepard.