Old memories…
The oldest memory I have of ever hearing English (and probably one of the oldest memories that I clearly remember) is watching a video taped copy of Sesame Street back in Korea. I don’t remember how old I was, maybe 7, 8 years old?
I was visiting my aunt’s house which had - *gasp* - two bathrooms and two TV’s. They also had a computer machine thingy that I could play with, so I always enjoyed going over to their house. Anyway, this time while I was over there, my aunt put on a Sesame Street video tape… so I was sitting in their master bedroom watching the TV. The show was trying to teach simple counting - 1, 2, 3. The segment consisted of metal ball rolling down this elaborate constraption. As it rolled down the path, it would bounce, hit different things, change directions… always in multiples of threes. It would hit three spinny thingies and the screen would show 1! 2! 3!. It would do three loops and the screen would say 1! 2! 3!. At the end of the elaborate (and magical, to my young eyes) sequence, the ball ended up on a switch which started up a machine that plopped a cherry on an icecream, which was picked up by a young girl who said something (You have to understand, I didn’t understand a word of English back then) before eating it.
I’ve only seem it once, but it’s been with me ever since. I’ve attemped several times to find a copy of it to watch again, but I’ve always failed. Maybe it’s just as well… maybe if I watch it again, it’ll just end up ruining my fond memories of it.
You know you’re getting old when you start reminiscing about the good old times…