At age 3 or 4 I started to remember things

Memory imprinted I guess, at age 3 or 4 I can remember things. I remember the darkness, at night, it is so dark, no light whatsoever and I was crying maybe because I was scare, maybe because I was sick, having a fever my grandma tried to sing me to sleep but kept on crying seeing the darkness, confused, but after that I was fine the next day.

Darkest night I can remember
Darkest night I can remember

The next event that I started to remember at this age was getting lost separated from my parents or relatives in “My Tho” morning markets.

My Tho Market
My Tho Market

I used to get discipline with a stick on the butt when I did something wrong. I guess that’s the traditional way of discipline the kids in Vietnam.

I remember growing a garden of flowers, bring water from a nearby pond or creek.