I’m four in this memory. It’s a hot summer day. I’m playing with my friend in the tiny back room of my home when my mother comes back from her shopping. “Girls, I’ve got a treat for you!” she calls out as she walks over to us. “It’s warm today. Have this and cool down!” […]
The smell of grassThe smell of dirtThe dampness on my skin SuddenlyI’m back there againComing home That little girlCrouching over a snailFilled with wonders of the world
There were a man and a dog that I would see on my way to work every morning. Right when I came down the hill, I would spot them walking in my direction. The man was probably in his seventies, and he walked slowly as his small, white, fluffy dog took time checking out plants
Your cup is emptyBut you sit thereListening to me talkAs I sip my tea Your plate is emptyExcept for that one last bite you leftBut you look unbotheredWhile I slowly eat my food Kind patienceUnspoken careEven if no one said anythingI notice – your kindness in action
In this memory, I am eight years old. Every morning, after breakfast, I grab my schoolbag and head over to the front door in a sluggish movement. My mother follows me in a quick step. “Did you get your lunch cutlery?” she asks as I open the door. “Did you get your activity clothes?” “Yes,
In this memory, I’m five. It’s summer, and at my kindergarten, once a week, our teachers take us to the pool inside the local YMCA in a tiny yellow kindergarten bus. Wearing a blue flowery swim suit, I follow others onto the poolside. When everybody is there, we are introduced to our teacher who will
In my senior year of high school, I went on a school trip with all my peers and teachers. After educational visits to some historic sites, we made a stop at a famous theme park with various attractions, and we were given a few hours to hang out with our friends and enjoy the rides.
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In this memory, I’m four. Before lunchtime, I’m playing with my friends on the square playground in front of my apartment building. The sky is blue, and a gentle breeze passes through. In the middle of the park is an old willow tree. The tree sways in the wind, its branches lifting and leaves rustling.
Wednesday late afternoon is a moment I look forward to. After work, I walk down the street to an Italian grocery store and go to the cash counter to find my treat: a package of S-biscuits. They are S-shaped biscuits that are the least expensive yet the most satisfactory. A kind-looking elder gentleman, the owner
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Fresh airMorning sunlightI burst out of the doorRunning to work Just as IBrush pastPeonies, bleeding hearts, andThe wooden library box A sound echoesFrom an open windowStopping meIn the middle of the track The gentle soundIs the sound of the banjoTravelling in the summer breezeBeckoning me I start running againBut now there is lightnessAs the music
