Nowadays, we are used to the idea of capturing moments of life with camera.
Needless to say, it used to be quite different in the old times.
Although photos do help us in recalling things in the past, most of the precious things in early life is remembered privately, without any photographic records to testify them.
When I was about 7 years old, there was a baby sparrow on the road in front of home. It was apparently feeble and helpless, unable to fly by itself.
I held it in my palms in an endeavor to give protection, and carried to the living room. Looking at the sparrow, my mother said, "maybe it wouldn't eat anything". I went to a pet shop with my sister, and bought some bird food. My mother was right. No matter how hard we tried, the baby sparrow would not swallow a thing. I knew that wild animals sometimes would refuse to eat in captivity. I was very worried.
Then things started to move very quickly. First there was a slight commotion outside. I heard the sound of wings. The baby sparrow started to react.
Before I realized that the mother sparrow have come to the rescue, the baby sparrow was already airborne. The strength left in it surprised me. Although I thought the windows were closed, there was this tiny gap. The baby sparrow flew straight to it, and went out into the open air with mother sparrow before I could do anything.
Thus all was well in the end. I was delighted, although there was a slight pang of loneliness.
To this day, I can recall the scenes of this incident very vividly. Although there are no photographic records, I still carry the inner pictures with me. I sometimes recall the gallery of images that made one of the most memorable experiences in my early life.