Do Memories Fade?
: Reminding Of My Primary School Pilgrimage
Have you ever considered how memories fade as we grow older? Personally, I hardly to
recall anything from my early years, particularly between the ages of 1 and 11. Most of what
I remember comes from what my family telling me, sometimes it will remind me little bit of
memory. Therefore, I decided to visit the primary school of Canterbury School to remind me
of rare memories of my own primary school, which is called “Colegio Arenas International”
and is located in Lanzarote.
A Playground Full of Memories
Visiting the playground at Canterbury School transported me back to the playground of
Colegio Arenas, which is quite different. At Canterbury, the playground is divided into
distinct areas for basketball and football, while at Colegio Arenas, everything is mixed
together in one expansive space. This setting brought back memories of playing hide and seek
and engaging in playful skirmishes with my childhood friends. Wonderful moments that I
cherish.
Dining Room Combat
When I entered the dining room of Canterbury Primary School, it immediately reminded me
of the one at Colegio Arenas. That dining hall was bigger than Canterbury’s, but each table
wasn´t prepare with bowls, plates, cutlery or cup. I could almost hear the echoes of
lunchtime chatter, the clatter of trays, and the voices of teachers trying to maintain order.
The most memorable moment for me, however, happened one day while I was waiting in
line outside the dining room. A boy, one year older than me, did something to provoke me—
perhaps an insult, though I can’t remember exactly. In response, I gave him three swift kicks
to the vitals. Unsurprisingly, both of us were called to meet with our parents.
At the time, I was too young to worry about getting scolded of my parents. But to my
surprise, instead of reprimanding me, my father first listened to my side of the story. He
even praised me for standing up for myself, saying that fighting back when someone bullies
you isn’t always a bad thing.
First 100 Mark
In the final part of my memory, we walked from one classroom to another, observing the
younger students. They were just like we once were—divided into small groups of four or
more, sitting in our assigned seats, working through textbook exercises, and listening in
concentration or not to their teachers' lessons. I could picture the excitement of scoring a
perfect 100 on an exam, the bright smiles that followed, and the joy of rushing home to share
the achievement with their parents.
The Unpredictable of Memory
Some memories stay, but others fade. Visiting old places can bring back moments we forgot:
playing on the playground, eating in the dining hall, feeling happy after a perfect test score.
Maybe memories do not disappear. They just need something to bring them back.
I wonder if I return in ten years, will I remember more? Or will these memories fade and new
ones take their place?. Therefore do you want explore with me also?
