soulscape

I remember veeery little from when I was young. Almost nothing from when I was younger than five. I can’t really say I remember much from between five and ten, neither. I know, as I’m saying this it sounds pretty strange — one friend says I have repressed memories.

Regardless, I got a little peek into the past tonight. For whatever reason, I don’t ask my parents much about when I was young, but today, they were talking about some incidents from when I was two or three years old.

My mom helps take care of a couple of babies, both only around one to one and half years old. Apparently, the younger one is starting to stress my mom out a little bit by upending small furniture and items and doing other things.

She was talking to my dad about this, and it got them to start talking about ME when I was really young.

When I was around two or three, and my family and I were all still living in Vietnam, my parents owned a sort of general store or bakery. Well, about four or five buildings down the street was a theater, where music concerts and other plays or performances occurred. I guess I was usually at the store with my parents as they managed it. However, whenever some sort of performance played at the theater, they would have to keep a careful eye on me, because I guess I would always leave the store on my own, walk down the street, and go into the theater.

Of course, because I was only two or three, the ticket counterperson wouldn’t see me and I would go inside and watch the show. It sounded like this happened often, and my dad would always have to run into the theater and look all around until he found me.

Also, my mom says that they had a cabinet and shelf where they kept the stereo. Apparently, I often pulled out the drawers at the bottom. I would pull the bottom out the furthest, then the next, and so on, until I had created steps for myself to climb up. I would sit up there and turn on the stereo so I could listen to music.

Wow. I don’t remember any of this at all, but so many years later, I’m dancing, choreographing, and enjoying putting together dance performances. I used to say that I never had an idea about what I wanted to do when “I grew up,” unlike many other kids. But perhaps I had a clue from the very beginning, when I was two or three, and for whatever reason, I just forgot about it.

And then, amazing, God still brought me back to the things that I was so passionate about even as a toddler. All the while, I was simply along the ride, unaware of what was going on. The simplicity but complexity of it all stuns me.