Merry Christmas and the good old school days!

Another eventful year comes to an end with the last of its holidays going on. Every year Christmas reminds me of my Christian Missionary school days. Mary Immaculate Girls' High School celebrated the festival loaded with activities. It was fun to watch some bright students enacting Mother Mary and looking innocently at the baby Jesus (it was a doll, except for one year when a real baby was used). Of course, girls who got the role were teacher's favourite and star students of the school. They were remembered for the rest of the year as 'oh-the-girl-who-got-the-lead-role.' But I remember my role as a shepherd or a king. I used to be so happy to be a part of the drama (I wonder why as these roles never had any dialogues or even movements on stage. We just had to stand in one place and smile at the baby doll).
Another thing I remember is the yummy strawberry ice cream. It wasn't exactly yummy but it was provided by the school and holidays were due next day made it taste good. I don't remember but I think we had some take-home gifts as well. Like a pencil, scale and eraser set. And of course the lovely Santa who threw toffees at kids engrossed in the play.
These things were not exotic or fun in today's grown-up sense but somehow completed my picture of a complete happy christmas. They are a part of my good-old-days-memory now. Merry Christmas and a very happy new year. :)

Y do we get scared and then rise again the next morning with a smile?

Yes, as predicted it's about the latest 'terror' events that took place in Mumbai. I wonder why do I feel scared and uncertain immediately after any such incident takes place but forget everything about it after a month or two?
It happened to me after the July 2006 attacks when I was dead scared to enter a train and as soon as i would enter it, I would frantically \check the space beneath the berths and the luggage space above. But I do not remember when I stopped doing that.
Now again, for four days when I was literally holed up inside my home, I was scared at night and would shiver at the first rustle of leaves outside. The darkness would seem like consuming me and I couldn't sleep at night. Mom's not at home and dad would come late making matters worst.
I really wonder, is it good to forget things or such terror incidents? Is it only me who forgets them or is it in human nature to erase the past that traumatises you?
Only psychology experts ca answer that question. Meanwhile all I can say is, it helps me 'live a life'.