The past may not always be about your childhood. Your childhood is not always sunshine and giggles. When trying to remember the past, the bad and life-changing things are easier to pull out of my head than the good.
Yet, the good memories do pop out, but not when I want to. They come out in everyday conversation. Like when talking to my main squeeze, I remembered a story about Bengali boys being midgets in my batch. It was pretty funny. Since I already wrote about it before on my blog, I’ll let you read it here.
Anyway, I spent a lot of side-tracking and searching very hard to find any memory that was pleasant and isn’t rated-R. I do remember one thing – I was addicted to Ribena as a child. I loved the stuff and could guzzle them like water. My mom has told me that when I was a toddler speeding around in Pampers, I would drink so much of it that my mom had to make the entire bottle of concentrate in a big pot enough to make the Eid Biryani – that’s how much I drank it.
Unfortunately, they don’t make the stuff in the big concentrate bottles anymore. As you can see, I was also psychic about its demise:
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