Life is a puzzle; we are the clues, and God is the answer.
“Jing, be careful that you don’t step on the décor,” mother warned, referring to the glass décor she laid on the floor about three meters from where I was playing jackstone. “It might break.”
“Ok mom,” I replied, wondering if it would indeed break.
I resumed with my playing. But soon, my curiosity as to whether the decor would indeed break if I stepped onto it got over me, that I decided to find out if it was true. Making sure mom was still busy cleaning the walls in the other room, I sneaked into the décor and stepped onto it, half expecting to hear a cracking sound.
Mom’s lying! I told myself. It didn’t break!
I went back to playing. But then another thought troubled me. Was mom really lying? But why? What if I just did not step on it hard enough?
I went back to the décor to try it one more time.
I stepped onto the forbidden object. One foot first. Nothing happened.
“Oh you! I told you not to go near it.” Mom shrieked.
“Sorry mom.” I said.
She didn’t know it wasn’t for the broken décor but for something else that I was apologizing.
PS. Whenever I remember this incident, I can’t help but see its parallelism to what transpired at the Garden of Eden. Though I smile at the memory, remembering that I was a naughty kid, it sometimes scares me to think that, like Adam and Eve, I’ve failed the test. Argh!
Anyway, what I want to know is, if you have been in incidents similar to this, and if you remember amusing anecdotes from your childhood. Why don’t we all go down the memory lane, and share our funny, lesson-filled, or just naughty antics.
The floor is now yours…