How can you remember what you have done when you were 3 years old. You even said "hooyada Wass" at this age. Kkkkkk Abti I told you , you are out of our league.
Kkkk abti wey iga yaabisay.....i guess in her case.. hadaan Arab ahaan lahaana she would have done the same "Abihiwaseyahow xunne Arab" or Ciise for a not nice person is not nice to everyone....takale horta mahadsanid laakin there is no way i can ever be in your league for the easy funny way you write......as for memories....this is what it says.......in one of the researches in this matter....
Research has indicated that most people’s earliest memories, on average, date back to when they were 3-1/2 years old. Recent studies of children, however, suggest that our earliest memories are more likely to go back even further (Wang & Peterson, 2014).
Laakin waa runta by three only gifted children are able to come up with adult like speech..........and by two unlike the normal children who speak very simple often verbless sentences ....gifted children can say whole sentences by two...........both inwardly as a thought and outwardly as a speech...........................
Abti imagine a two year old in a plastic basin tub whom his mother is giving a bath and she lifts each one of his hands to scrub and wash his armpits and him staring up at her and thinking "NIYAHOW ISLANTAN MAXA KILKILOOYINKAAGA KU SALIDEY" that is the first inward speech i remember going thru ma head......maybe if i said it loud she would have laughed.......but she wouldnot have been surprised for by then i was able to say whole complicated sentences like one day when i pushed her hands back while she was trying to button up the shirt buttons and said " idaa hooyo ana xidhanaye" ...
But the most funniest incident of my life which i don't remember that she recounted was when she told me at one year and a half i walked up to a woman who used to sell qaad next to our house and when i reached i cried for qaad .....islaanti baa yaabtey....my mom came and found me crying like i had never cried before asking for qaad ....i grasped the qaad box and the qaad lady the whole scene was bizarre shocking ..mom told me she both a caqaar put all the leaves in the mooye and mashed it with the tib and then fed me the qaad with spoon.....that is when i started to calm down and stopped crying....that was in Djibouti........the reason she told me the story was one ciid day .....this tine in Hargaysa and my age was seven i went to AwAli garage were my inabti worked as a mechanic and asked hin for xaqal ciid ....he gave a hundred shilling ....which was nearly 15$ then .....alot of money for a Somali kid at that time...so i walk by the qaad market hear the qaad seller shouting the prices of the mijin......i bought a mijin took the change and went home......i don't even know why i bought it ....it just happened.....so when i went to her i was surprised she wasn't angry with me.....and then she told me that story when i was barely a year and half.....