🚋🚋 Department of Complexity Science and Engineering
🚋🚋🚋 Yuki HAYASHI, Assistant Professor
How old is your earliest memory? Looking back, I can still faintly recall scenes from my two-year-old class at daycare, so I’d say my oldest memory is from around age three. I remember the atmosphere of the classroom and the quietness of a small class with only four or five children. My memory is fragmented, but I have a clear sense that I was there.
One specific moment that sticks with me happened during snack time. Donuts were being handed out, and our teacher was just watching over us without eating. When I casually asked, “Aren’t you going to have one?”, she must have thought I wanted more. She cut a donut into quarters and shared them with a few of us, including me. I’m not sure why that specific scene stayed with me, perhaps because I’ve replayed it so many times in my head.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about childhood memories because my own child just turned three. I sometimes wonder, when they grow up, will they look back and recall some ordinary, everyday moments just like I do.
At home, my child loves playing with Plarail (toy trains). When they’re focused, they can play with them for a surprisingly long time. What’s interesting is that even though these trains are battery-powered, my child seems to have more fun pushing them by hand. Whenever I flip the switch on, they immediately turn it back off. When the switch is off, the wheels spin freely and it’s easier to push, and I guess the makers probably expected kids to play with it that way too.
I used to play with Plarail a lot when I was a child too, but the only thing I remember now is watching them run automatically. However, my parents told me that I used to push them by hand at first, but I have no memory of that at all. Maybe because it happened before I turned three. It really makes me realize how childhood memories are a blurry mix, with some things staying while others simply fade away.