The November Contest #1 by sduttaskitchen| values of memories

Hello friends and welcome to my article. I would love to share my thoughts on this great topic at this time. I do hope you enjoy my part in this contest

"How significant is the word memory to you? Share!"

Memory us quite significant to me in fact it's the bedrock of values gained to many while growing up. I have known some people that has become great in life today, owing to the fact that they heeded the memories as posterity in their lives. Memories shaped them. If they remember how their parents disciplined them in the past it gives them great resilience to be on the right path to success, shunning bad habits.

Moreso, memories makes people great as they adapt values while memories could trigger emotions if pain, hurt or regret. In all memories brings emotions and quests for growth, in some cases it is a mirror to know where you are coming from motivating you to the next stride in call of action.

"Do you believe that memories serve as the foundation for our understanding, enabling us to distinguish between pros and cons"

family memories shaped our existence

Exactly, memories are indeed elementary building blocks for our understanding. They help us know good from bad and it cannot be over emphasized. How?

A toddler picking up food crumbs from the floor is a bad behavior, therefore whenever the child does so and his parent scolds and yells at the child. The memories of the child stores it and he grows with it eventually, thus becoming civilized . This shows off on the child's behavior, pride and dining with kings and not settling for less.

"Share some memories of yours that make you nostalgic"

nostalgic memories stick with us as values

It was a Friday evening and I was already back from school, I was about 12 years old. I finished my chores and started playing in the house. My dad warned me to stop playing, I felt so reluctant and continued with my little brother. I stuck out a foot while he was running and fell to my delight. I was called out by my dad to his room.

When I go in I received a resounding slap and that got me on my knees, I was about to beg but he was already infuriated. He got his brooks shoe and started beating me, I got I sharp hit and woke up in a hospital bed. I was told that I fainted. A bandage wrapped my head and that was reward for stubbornness. I was told was my head bled before I got to the hospital.

However, I learnt humility and obedience from the whole scenario. I would never be stubborn again. That year my dad surprised me with a chopper bicycle after good grades at school. Indeed a nostalgic memory as I remember because it triggers emotions of hurt and also love for him for his great deeds for us.

^{First two images were edited on canva}

I invite @ruthjoe @josepha @joshdavid to join contest