In this memory, I’m four years old. Every afternoon, after coming home from playing with my friends, I watch a few TV programs before supper time. One of them is called With Mommy, an educational program designed for kids of my age. In it, young adults with different talents engage small kids in creative activities. […]
When I was in kindergarten, I often got pinkeye. Whenever that happened, my mother would drive me to an eye doctor, and on the way home, we sometimes stopped by at a grocery store right around the corner from the eye doctor’s office. The store was old and dark inside, but much larger than the
Growing up, my father was not big on cooking. It was my mother who prepared all the meals for our family of four. However, when I was about five, one TV show inspired my father to try out a dish on his own. The show had a cooking section where a male amateur chef shared
It’s timeTime to bid goodbyeTo something so familiarThat I thought I wouldn’t knowA life without it Like an old piece of clothingTatty but comfortableFeels as if part of my skinBut it’s notAnd it doesn’t protect me anymore So, I’m finally readyTo let you goOn this sunny autumn dayAs the geese call andFly to the South
I was about three years old when I first learned how to use scissors. After trying them on paper, I wanted to cut something else with my scissors. Something like hair so that I could pretend to be a hairdresser. It was before I had any human-shaped dolls, and all I had were stuffed animals.
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In this memory, I’m five years old. A few times a year, I wake up to itchy eyes. The itchiness doesn’t go away even after I rub my eyes. Instead, it worsens. “Don’t rub your eyes, Sweetie,” says my mother as she examines my eye balls. “That’s pink eye. I’ll take you to the doctor,
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I was probably around five when I first learned how to fold a crane with origami paper. One day, I had a friend come over at my home, and while playing with origami paper, we decided that we wanted to know how to fold a crane, the most popular shape everybody seemed to make. My
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Father, his friend, me, and my little sister. Time flies, doesn’t it?– Yeah, it doesTen years since we first met– That’s rightFeels like yesterday to me What, Dad?Ten years?That’s more than halfOf my entire lifeFeels like a long time! – Daddy, where was I ten years ago?SilenceYou weren’t yet born, SweetheartSilence– That’s a long, long
I’m five in this memory. It’s autumn. Through the open window of the backroom of our tiny half-dilapidated apartment, the cool morning air sweeps in. I’m running around the room with my little brother when suddenly, I get inspired to go to the next room, which is the tiniest room used for storage. Being afraid
The first autumn I spent in Canada was a little over a decade ago, when I lived in a rural town of Québec as a college exchange student. After a rough month of adjusting to the new life on campus, Canadian Thanksgiving arrived, and just like many other international students, my new dorm friend and
