My name is Larkapor Moo, I am 50 years old. I was born in Burma. My experience proves how wonderful and unbelievable kids can remember when they are in their early childhood. My grandma told me that I was a premature baby. There was no hospital close to my village, so my mom gave birth at home. It was difficult to take care of a premature babies when there were no hospital close by us. Both of my parents thought that I would die soon. My mom stayed  at home and took care of me for a month. After she finished her maternity leave, she went back to her nurse duty again. She left me with my grandma, and I lived with her until I turned 5 years old.

I do not know exactly how old I was, but I remember we had four people in my grandma’s house: my grandma, my two cousins, who were older than me. We had 6 cows, 4 cattle, 10 dogs and some acre of farm that belongs to my grandma. Do not be surprised that we had ten dogs, they were our security guards. We lived in a farm so our house was a little far from the village. I remember that no one dared to come close to our house because they were scared of our dogs. Anyone who wanted to come to our house had to call us in front of the gate, so we could take care of the dogs and bring them inside the house. My responsibilities were to feed the dogs and bring them inside the house when visitors came to visit us.

Every morning, my father would come to milk the cows. After that, my grandma would bottle it up. Later, my grandma and I would send the milk bottles to the houses that ordered from her. We walked about 20 minutes away from our farm . I used to go every morning with her. On our way home, she showed me different kinds of plants that we could brush our teeth with. Almost every morning, we used that plants to brush our teeth. Once a month, we collected money from the houses we sold milk bottles to, and that was my grandma monthly income. All those things I did with my grandma still stick in my brain and until now. I miss her a lot.

Another happy memory I remember  is that was every Sabbath day my grandma, cousins, and I would go to church together. In church we would go to the children class. I loved  the teacher so much. She taught us songs, and bible stories with pictures on it. Every week, we had to memorize short bible verses. After church, we came back together and my grandma prepared special food or cookies for us. It was a special treat for us after the meal. We would bring our pillows to the living room, and she would teach us one song. After that it was a nap time. When we could not fall asleep, she would tell us one of the bible story. This was another memory from my childhood. Whenever my memories pop up in my mind, I badly miss my grandma. She passed away in 1990, but she still stay in my mind.