Memorycemetery

 Here are some of my first memories put together.

One of my first memories is being a four year old in Pakistan when I came with my parents to visit our relatives. There were some qawwalis on a bus singing “damma damm mustt qalandar” but what I was actually singing was “damma damm bus conductor”, thinking the song was about the buses! My language was a bit mixed up, though we spoke Punjabi at home, I grew up in England speaking English with my friends.

Another one of my first memories is a memory of being sick. Me and my brother wanted to make some nice bubbles out of mouth when we speak, so we would surprise our friends. So we ate some soap in the bathroom. I remember the worried look on the face of my mother, and as she mixed something pink in a glass of water, so I could drink it and throw up.

I also remember my tricycle. I was happy riding it around empty parking lot in circles. It was autumn so I enjoyed going over fallen leaves, leaving the tracks. I went around over and over, until everything was covered in circle traces, so it looked like a plate with spaghetti.

Aziz

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