My Childhood Experience

My childhood experienced a sad sadness over happiness. I sometimes wish I could feel the opposite way. Unfortunately, the dramatic and sad experience is more prominent in my memory. In my childhood, I remembered when I was nine, my father helped me solve my math problems. This experience adversely affected my relationship with my parents and taught me to be a better parent.

I was at a loss for mathematics when I was 9 years old. My grades in school are affected because I can not divide by a few digits. My mother asked me to squat for about 15 minutes and if I reached average or below average in school, and hit me. She can not help me because she is not educated. In order to overcome the problem of mathematics, I asked my father for help one night. The experience I experienced when I got help from him was the worst experience of my childhood.

That night, my father spent three hours with me. This is the longest 3 hours of my life. He helped me a lot of multi-digit splitting problems, and if I made some mistake he will whip my back with a wooden ruler. I certainly got countless whips, especially in the beginning, because I do not know how to solve them. I still remember that he controlled his temperament. He shouted at me and told me how stupid I was. I remember crying and begging me not to beat me. At the end of this three hours, there are no math problems or other questions anymore.

After that night, I always checked that my parents did not know anything about me. There is no longer any need for parents to ask for help. This experience has influenced my perception of my parents. I have never closed my parents before and this experience made our relationship even worse. This experience has influenced the way I grow children today. Instead of repeating the same nightmare as my father, I learned to be more tolerant and kind to my children.

What is important is that I will not be able to use it as an excuse for keeping my childhood experience ignorant. Because I saw my privilege. I gazed at it gently and tried to convince that it was not mine. I tried to separate myself from something I can not avoid, so now many people are my best friends. But the problem is that I can not separate myself from my skin, and I can not make a black friend. I saw their hand tremble with fear when we were pulled fast and passed too fast. They took into account interpersonal relationships and 18 unit semesters and traveled the whole country every week on the weekend to talk about what others did not talk, so I saw that they were considered to be ignored or ignorance. It was.

After spending many years in my childhood library, I became a professor of children's literature with teacher education program. One evening, I told my students about my childhood and my childhood librarian, Mrs. Lukes, and my students shared similar stories of themselves. At this point in my life, I am an experienced teacher and three parents. But suddenly I thought that Mrs. Luex made many other children feel unusual. A gift that makes people feel special and encourages them. I have no better way to repay than give this gift.