The Recorded Details

When I was a child, I spent few summer vacations at Alexandria, enjoying the Mediterranean Sea. Though most of my memories about those holidays are missing, yet my mind selected few and kept them very well recorded. Thinking of the old days, I saw my very modest bicycle, one I had to dream of for years before owning it. I used to ride it to a small kiosk from which I bought novels for children. Going back home with just one book the deal was that I keep it in excellent condition, return it the day after and get the next one in the series at half price. Back then, I used to spend long hours reading, enjoying the adventures of the five main characters in the stories, unable to sleep till I finish the book in my hands and after keeping it in a safe spot till the next morning.
Remembering this memory now I thought of my mother and how she tried to embed in me many values from this small experience. From the bicycle I learned to be patient in buying expensive things and to be satisfied with simple stuff no matter if my parents were financially capable of getting fancier brands. I learned how to be careful with my books and to treat them as fine objects. I savoured the pleasure of reading and enriched my imagination. I learned to negotiate and to act independently. I understood that a book is a loyal friend when we have no company our age. I figured the meaning of a hobby and practiced two which I still cherish; reading and biking.
My mother never explained her parenting strategies and I was so ignorant till my past started to unfold beneath my eyes, putting my saved memories into perspective.

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