Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Childhood is the time in life where memories are forged yet they have do not really have a sentimental feeling. Now that those times are nearly gone, I begin to regret not cherishing them longer...
Home is the starting place of love hope and dreams.
"Run from the dragon mommy!! It's coming towards us!!" I hollered as loud as I could with my five-year-old voice as I ran screaming from my bedroom. Leaping towards the safety of the plush sofa, I dived into the sanctuary of my 'castle' seeking refuge within the nooks and crannies of the scarlet, stuffed cloth walls. As I gazed into my kingdom, …show more content…
It came crashing down on my oasis as it breathed its stale morning breath all over me. A wave of tickles washed over me as I was overcame with laughter. The dragon bellowed as it grabbed me clear off the ground, flying me towards my room. Carrying me with his strong hands, my father lifted me onto my chair, where I began to write and pass my daily laws for my kingdom. Assignment after worksheet, I finally completed my homework as the first few aromatic wisps of lunch wafted into the room.
She was the family wizard. Wielding the powerful ability to conjure up whatever she pleased, she sets the table with the wave of her wand. Jumping eagerly into my seat, bowls and plates fly from their drawers, taking their rightful places on the table. It was all so surreal, like it was all from a fairytale. Mother, proudly carried the dishes she ever so gingerly summoned and prepared, placing them carefully on the handmade table mats.
"Waaaa!!!" echoed off the painting lined walls, reverberating from my brother's room. It was the crown prince as many would call him. The family wizard delicately carried him up, and as if like magic, he stopped crying. As we set down for lunch, we smiled at one another. We knew this our home, a place that hands can build but our hearts could never …show more content…
It was devoid of objects but more importantly, of memories. I watched helplessly as the movers dumped boxes after boxes containing my life on the floor, hearing the loud "thump!" echo off the barren walls. I did what every experienced imaginative child does: visualize where all my things would go to make the room familiar. I could hear my mother directing 'the soldiers' downstairs. It was easy to confuse which of my parents was in the military at times like this. Knowing I too would soon be getting orders, I hurried out to explore while I
Home is the starting place of love hope and dreams.
"Run from the dragon mommy!! It's coming towards us!!" I hollered as loud as I could with my five-year-old voice as I ran screaming from my bedroom. Leaping towards the safety of the plush sofa, I dived into the sanctuary of my 'castle' seeking refuge within the nooks and crannies of the scarlet, stuffed cloth walls. As I gazed into my kingdom, …show more content…
It came crashing down on my oasis as it breathed its stale morning breath all over me. A wave of tickles washed over me as I was overcame with laughter. The dragon bellowed as it grabbed me clear off the ground, flying me towards my room. Carrying me with his strong hands, my father lifted me onto my chair, where I began to write and pass my daily laws for my kingdom. Assignment after worksheet, I finally completed my homework as the first few aromatic wisps of lunch wafted into the room.
She was the family wizard. Wielding the powerful ability to conjure up whatever she pleased, she sets the table with the wave of her wand. Jumping eagerly into my seat, bowls and plates fly from their drawers, taking their rightful places on the table. It was all so surreal, like it was all from a fairytale. Mother, proudly carried the dishes she ever so gingerly summoned and prepared, placing them carefully on the handmade table mats.
"Waaaa!!!" echoed off the painting lined walls, reverberating from my brother's room. It was the crown prince as many would call him. The family wizard delicately carried him up, and as if like magic, he stopped crying. As we set down for lunch, we smiled at one another. We knew this our home, a place that hands can build but our hearts could never …show more content…
It was devoid of objects but more importantly, of memories. I watched helplessly as the movers dumped boxes after boxes containing my life on the floor, hearing the loud "thump!" echo off the barren walls. I did what every experienced imaginative child does: visualize where all my things would go to make the room familiar. I could hear my mother directing 'the soldiers' downstairs. It was easy to confuse which of my parents was in the military at times like this. Knowing I too would soon be getting orders, I hurried out to explore while I