The Invisible Wall

I've always liked fast-food restaurants ever since I was little. There's something about that greasy cheeseburger that is so tempting and mouth-watering. Add fries and some kind of soda with the cheeseburger, it's like heaven to me. I know fast food is not very good for my health, but I still eat them anyway.

One of my favorite fast food restaurants is Jollibee. Jollibee is a very famous fast food restaurant in the Philippines. The picture above of a Jollibee mascot, my sister and me was taken when I was very young, although I don't remember how old I was. Houston just opened a Jollibee restaurant on September 2013. I went to the place with my family, but I still prefer the one back in the Philippines.

The first childhood memory I remember vividly involved Jollibee. I was maybe two years old. My family and I went into a supermall. It was just a normal day as far as I remember. I don't remember much of what we did that day, but I remember when we were about to go home. We passed by Jollibee inside the mall on our way out, and I asked my parents if we could order food to eat out. Well, they refused, but I still wanted to eat something from the restaurant. So, I spread my arms, yelled "Jollibee!" and ran straight The next thing I remember was a painful sensation on my forehead and my face planting on a glass wall. I didn't even realize that there was a glass wall, but I was just a kid. What did I know?

This memory stands out to me because I am now more wary about glass walls. Whenever I'm inside a building, I immediately think there's a glass wall, because buildings sometimes have glass walls, especially office buildings. The invisible wall has now become quite visible because of what happened when I was young. Not only that the experience made me more careful about glass walls, but it made me more careful in general. I guess that's a lesson learned while growing up.

Now, sixteen years have passed since that memory. Not exactly sixteen years, but it's about as good as sixteen years. Overtime, memories are usually altered as new memories emerge or when family, usually parents say something about a memory. My memory hasn't really been altered. My parents barely even remember the incident, and I'm usually the one who reminds them of it whenever I remember it.

However, my memory may not really have been altered, but I did forget some of it. I don't remember which part of the mall Jollibee was. I don't remember if I was holding one of my parents' hands when I found the restaurant or if I was holding one of their hands, I don't remember whose hand I was holding. I don't remember many things in this memory. However, there is one thing that is for sure. I remember running into a glass wall while yelling "Jollibee!" with my hands spread open. I guess pain, other than happiness, makes us remember things vividly.