I would begin the process of recovering my memory in a quiet, relaxing room, thinking independently with those childhood pictures. I would think of my parent and friends. I started searching the places such as kinder garden, elementary school, my previous home and the park I often went. I linked those faces with these places, trying to find out some events and memory chips.
When I was attempting to reconstruct my life, I felt exciting but scare. When I thought of my parents’ smiling faces, I was happy. But suddenly, I was alone in the park. All people were away of me. I felt extremely freaking. However, the memories just like a not successive movie that struck me time to time. I was in an uncertain space and handle everything cautiously.
If I was able to pick and choose the memories I wanted to recover from my life. I would choose those happy memories. I would delete those memories that make me afraid. As I mention before, those negative memories made me afraid. So there’s no reason to keep that in mind. Besides, I also wanted to forget those shameful experiences because I couldn’t help to think it again and again which made me painful.