[b]The childhood memory I with never forget was when I was 5 nd there was a woman that own a small provision store close our house. The woman was very short and my dad nicknamed her short woman and that was the name the whole compound people started calling her but they never said it to her hearing. One fateful day, I went to buy sweet from her but when I got there, I stared calling her "short woman! short woman! short woman! I wan buy sweet" and the woman then asked me why was I calling her short woman, I told her that it was my dad that always call her short woman that's why I called her short woman. The woman said okay and gave me the sweet but when my dad was coming back from work, she went to confront my dad. When my dad got home that night, I know the kind of insults I received from him. I will never forget that memory[/b]