childhood memories

One weekend morning when I was five, I woke up as usual in our tiny half-dilapidated apartment. My father was still deep asleep, but both my mother and little brother were already awake. I heard them talking quietly in the next room, and I guessed that my brother was having his morning cuddling time with […]

It was when I was about six years old. One day, I was playing with one of my childhood best friends inside our community of tiny half-dilapidated apartments. We had been playing for a while exploring the edges of our community premise, and now wanted to go to the park to play on the swings.

When I was little, every summer I visited both of my grandmothers with my family. They both lived in Kanto region, quite far from my hometown in Tohoku region, so, we always travelled by a bullet train. I always loved travelling on the bullet train. Since the train was designed for a long distance trip,

When I was eleven years old, my father’s close friend from college went to the US to live there for two years on his sabbatical with his family. Several months into the stay, he contacted my father by email saying that one of his daughters wanted to try an online chat with me. It was

When I was in primary school, I wasn’t somebody who was into science subjects. Observing plants and insects didn’t interest me, mixing different chemicals didn’t excite me, and working with lab weights and taking notes bored me to death. I spent my science class mostly looking at different pictures in the textbook and focusing on

In the family bathroom of my parents’ house, there is a library. There is a handmade bookshelf installed in the small indentation of the wall right above the shelf where toilet rolls and cleaning tools are kept. Usually, this space is used for a decorative purpose – such as a display of flowers – but

It was when I was four and lived with my maternal grandmother for the summer. One evening, a person visited from the newspaper company to collect the monthly subscription fee. I noticed the visitor from the window while playing on my own, but being extremely cautious around a stranger, I immediately called my grandmother. My

When my brother was little, he was very much a mommy’s boy. We all believed that it was probably because of the long period he spent with her at hospital as a baby. Since he was born with a heart disease, from the first day of his life on earth, he was thrown into an

It was when I was four or five and attended the local YAMAHA music school with my two childhood best friends. Once every week, we all went to an hour-long group lesson together accompanied by our mothers and younger siblings. The lesson studio was located at the top floor of the YAMAHA music shop in

One summer day when I was six, three of my mother’s college friends came to visit us in our tiny half-dilapidated apartment. As far as I remembered, it was my first time to meet them in my life. As they arrived and seated themselves on the tiny couch, I sat on the floor nearby with