We think about the past more often as we get older. Wishing that we can go back in time to experience delightful moments once again. Before immigrating to Canada, I often went to the zoo and have a picnic for lunch with my extended family during special occasions, such as Chinese New Year or National holidays. When the days come, my family get up around 7:30AM and prepare for the long day that is to come. Packing snacks, drinks, and games as we get ready and wait for our uncle to come. As the youngest, I was always the first person to rush out whenever my uncle arrives. My siblings would follow closely behind telling me not to run or else I will fall. When we get on the car, I would always go sit beside my cousin that is born in the same
