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If you were stopped right now and were asked to think back to one of the most vivid recollections of your life, what would you see?
One day, when I was eleven years old, I felt an overwhelming pain. It was the most terrible experience of my life.
I had gone to a local hospital with my mother, when, suddenly my penis was transformed from a junior's 'organ' into an adult's. Until that time, I didn't know anything about such matters. I didn't know the first thing about why there was that huge... pain! When the doctor was operating on it I felt nothing. I was just a bit sleepy under the anestesia. And that painless sensation lasted for about thirty minutes. That interim we may call: Phase One of... my circumcision.
Immediately after the operation, I didn't feel any pain. There seemed to be no problem, at all. I stood and walked well, and could even run. I could smile, then. But by dinner time everything had changed for the worse, for me and my penis. I began to feel pain, pain, and more incredible pain. The increase of pain was very imperceptible in the beginning. But as time passed by, it became all the more excruciating.... until,.. At last,.. it overwhelmed me. It was really overwhelming. That period we may call: Phase Two.
During this period I felt as if I were in hell. When I moved my legs, say, just a couple of inches, I felt this huge pain in my penis. It was... just horrible! When I made water I had to see blood dripping with my piss. Then... the sky became yellow. When I went to the hospital to check its condition, pull out the thread, and treat the fresh scar I had, I really wanted to escape from my mother and flee out of the waiting room. This phase of pain lasted for about two weeks.
A fortnight later the cure (Phase Three) began. The overwhelming pain became increasingly less intense. I didn't have to go to the hospital anymore. Finally, I rediscovered a reason for life! I was so happy... So, so happy... So happy I could almost cry. And at last, after one month or so, all of that horrible pain subsided.
Epilogue.
While I was in deep pain, in hell, my parents just smiled. When I phoned my mother to tell her to please help me, my mother laughed, at first. And I could even hear my father's laughter in the background. When I wept sadly, they simply smiled! In a way, for that, I really disliked them very much then.
But now I don't dislike them any more, at all. And
now I can even smile about it, too... just like they were doing. Come to think of it, I guess I might have exaggerated my pain. In fact, it has now become a very important experience for me. Hoot, hoot, hoot (������)) [Is this a post-pain Korean laughter? -- Ed. (Moon Tahn-il) ]
Recollection is like that, I suppose. Sometimes it can be rather Pathetic in the moment. Though I was once in (so much) pain--me and my penis--looking back, I realize now that I will be able to smile about it for a long time to come. In a way, it has even become a cheering-up experience, because as long as I live it will be with me and be a cause to chuckle. Though we go through a painful situation now, we may be able to smile about it a long time after. Such moments are very valuable. This time, this moment, is also valuable--be it painful or not--because it, too, will be my valuable recollection, some day.
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