Last updated on 26 Jul 2008

One’s experiences will undoubtedly influence one’s view of the world. Therefore, it is only fair that I share mine as it may explain why my opinions are biased a certain way. Alternatively, you may skip this post for now and continue with the other bits I have to share. Then, feel free to psycho-analyse me and come back once you think you have figured me out and see how close you are.

Now, I don’t have the best memory but I’ll tell you what I can remember.

I had a typical childhood. I am fairly cautious with the term typical as, most of the time, I don’t believe that people truly know, or sufficiently understand what goes on in another person’s life for them to be able to draw any conclusions. In this case, what I meant is that my childhood had its moments of ups and downs—fun times and sad times. Nothing overly exciting or traumatic. In short, well loved and cared for.

I am a middle child with three other siblings. Your stereotyping instincts may kick in right about now and start to build up a mental profile of who I am. Remember however that stereotyping is a form of generalisation, and while it may hold true for a large percentage of the group, it is not true for all. From the various descriptions of the middle child syndrome that I came across, they do, to some extent, apply to me.

I had a religious upbringing. Baptised a Catholic as an infant. Attended regular Sunday masses. Started with Sunday school, and later progressed to Bible studies. Though I wasn’t all that keen on Bible studies, it was the right thing to do. I had my first holy communion, and subsequently my confirmation. I was a very active member in the Catholic youth scene.

Financially, I thought we were alright. There were the rich friends that made me envious but there were also those less well-off that made me realise just how fortunate I am. We had a fairly comfortable life. My parents were thrifty but did indulge us every now and then. Thinking back, a lot of the things I wanted but never got, didn’t really matter anyway. There is a common saying, money is the root of all evil. I’m not sure if I agree, but money did cause us some grieve.

The story thus far has been pleasant. However, life is not quite a fairy tale.

to be continued…