Thursday, December 16, 2010
Winter break
Every year my friends come over to my house for Christmas. We eat and drink a lot while catching up on what's been going on. This year I'm going to cook a big turkey with stuffing and cranberry sauce. We'll also have pies and other dishes. We usually drink beer and wine or sometimes cocktails. Last week I started brewing a batch of special Christmas beer, so this Christmas, we can have that. Christmas beer is full of spices like cinnamon,ginger, and orange peel. Mmm. I'm looking forward to trying it.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Adulthood
I've felt like an "adult" my whole life. Of course, I always knew I was a kid, or a teenager, or whatever, but even when I was in elementary school, I remember feeling like I really knew what was going on and I hated being treated like a child. It used to make me so angry when my parents or teachers would tell me I couldn't do something or make my own choices just because I was not a grown up.
In America, there is no particular ceremony or age that clearly marks adulthood. We can drive somewhere around 16, watch adult movies at 17, smoke and vote at 18 and finally drink at 21 (of course most people start sooner). At some point when I was in college and living on my own, people started to treat me like an adult and expect me to act like one.
However, now I feel like I really became an adult when I became responsible for other people - both as a teacher and a father. I can't think only about myself. My actions have a direct affect on the lives of others. I guess that responsibility really feels like adulthood to me.
In America, there is no particular ceremony or age that clearly marks adulthood. We can drive somewhere around 16, watch adult movies at 17, smoke and vote at 18 and finally drink at 21 (of course most people start sooner). At some point when I was in college and living on my own, people started to treat me like an adult and expect me to act like one.
However, now I feel like I really became an adult when I became responsible for other people - both as a teacher and a father. I can't think only about myself. My actions have a direct affect on the lives of others. I guess that responsibility really feels like adulthood to me.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
My earliest memory
My memories of childhood are a random collection of images, feelings, and people. I'm not sure which one is the earliest memory for sure, but I don't think I can remember anything before I was four years old. That was when my family moved from Lynn, a suburb just outside Boston, to Framingham, a small town about one hour away. I remember my parents packing up all of our stuff into boxes and my dad talking to his sister and her husband about our house. I later realized that they were buying our old house. I was so excited that my dad let me ride in the moving truck with him, but I don't think I really understood what was going on. I said bye to my friends from the neighborhood, but I didn't realize that I would no longer see them every day.
When we arrived at our new home, I think I asked where the other people who lived there went and when they would be back. Since our new home was in a more rural area, we had a forest for a backyard. It was so exciting to run outside and explore the big rocks and play among the trees. My family lived in that house until I went off to college.
When I go back to visit my aunt in Lynn, I am so glad we moved. That neighborhood has really gone downhill and is now a pretty dangerous place. I feel fortunate that my parents got us out of there in time, but I feel bad that we passed the house on to my relatives!
When we arrived at our new home, I think I asked where the other people who lived there went and when they would be back. Since our new home was in a more rural area, we had a forest for a backyard. It was so exciting to run outside and explore the big rocks and play among the trees. My family lived in that house until I went off to college.
When I go back to visit my aunt in Lynn, I am so glad we moved. That neighborhood has really gone downhill and is now a pretty dangerous place. I feel fortunate that my parents got us out of there in time, but I feel bad that we passed the house on to my relatives!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
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