The Day on which I've got my Ear Rings

I'm not really sure how old I was, but it must be in my first two years of life. I still remember my brother went with my mum to the kindergarden and my father took me but at this stage I didn't know where we had to go. Normally both my brother and I went together to the kindergarden but not this day.

Then I remember, I found myself sitting on my fathers lap waiting for someone or something. I watched out the window and saw some children were playing in the sandpit and had fun.

There was a man and a woman dressed in smocks and they walked around the room. I still didn't know what was going on until the man walked toward me and toutched my ears. Then I saw he had a needle in his hands and I thought something bad would happen and I was right. I start crying and I had a good reason for that. Not that I got an injection ,no that man tried to make holes in my ears and I was crying as loud as I could. My father tried his best to comfort me and keep calm. I can't remember the pain but what I saw was worse, it was blood and again I started crying. What have they done to me?

After a while I stoped crying and then the man put a mirrior in front of me and my father point to my ears and I could see ear rings. So all the pain and blood was for something beautyful. My ear rings were golden with a red heart.

You know, I still have this pair of ear rings but unfortunatly one of them is broken. From time to time I have a look at that pair of ear rings and then this memory is so close.