In this memory, I’m about ten. Every afternoon, I come home from school feeling hungry. As my house comes into sight, my head is full of what I might eat for snack once I get back home. My mother usually has something prepared for me, whether it’s some snack bread, some sweets she’s got from […]
I’m about four in this memory. It’s evening. I’m standing in the playground with my mother and brother, and right in front of us is our apartment block. I point to the rows and rows of tiny balconies. “Which one is our home?” I ask. I know my apartment is on the second floor, but
I’m about twelve in this memory. It’s August 5th, the day when the annual firework festival takes place in our town. In the evening, my mother and I drive to the city centre, and after parking the car, we walk over to the view spot where we can sit on the grass and eat picnic
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In this memory, I’m nine. It’s summer, and my friend, her family and my family are on a camping trip together. As soon as we got to the camp site, adults started pitching the tents, and my friend and I came to explore the nearby creek. Despite the heat outside, the water is very cool.
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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!”
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 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.
In this memory, I’m about four. I’m travelling on a bullet train with my family when I spot a balloon flying over the field outside the window. “What’s that?” I ask my father sitting next to me. It’s not only a strange place for a balloon to fly, but this balloon seems to fly very
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One summer day when I was about nine, I visited my childhood best friend’s house with my other best friend. It was a get-together of the three families that we used to do a few times a year. As soon as we arrived in the afternoon, we children started playing outside while adults went inside
