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
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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The summer when I was in Grade 7, my social science teacher gave us an assignment to create a clay model of a historical figure we admired. “It can be anybody from any period of time,” my teacher instructed. “It can be a whole body or a bust. You choose!” Being a fan of creative
