I left everything behind when I was nine. I restarted almost my entire life, just like a game where I could respawn. One thing I kept deep inside my heart were the memories. Each one specially stored in a spot. When some memories remain for a long time, I consider them treasures. The one special treasured memory of that last day would never fade. It was a wintery Saturday and the air chilled me to my toes. The thin blanket may have been fluffy but it certainly could not keep out the cold. Last night I had stayed up until I saw hallucinations. Then my eyes opened wide and I popped out of the snow-white bed. My crisp, clean, soft, sheets crumpled. Today was my last day in Massachusetts, very soon my family would find a house in Colorado. I
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She happily agreed and bobbed her short hair. The cold winter wind blew dust and dirt into my eyes but I just blinked them away and continued sprinting. I was determined to beat her. Our record currently had her in the lead. Each step was difficult and I desperately wanted to end on a good note. Finally I crashed into the fence and sunk down cheering. “You’ll come back someday right?” She quietly asked after flopping down on the grass besides me. I chewed on my lower lip and stretched my hand towards the dark and dreary sky. At that moment I wished so hard for a diversion so I wouldn’t have to answer that question. And luckily, something did happen. A speck of water dripped on my face and rolled off down my cheek. “It’s raining. Let’s go back.” What an awful day I had so far. I couldn’t even play outside. At the same time, I was thankful for I did not know the answer to her question. The solid door was open when we climbed the stairs to my house. My sister stood there crossing her arms with a frustrated expression. Chunks of fruit and cake were stuck to the socked foot she was raising. I stumbled through the doorway and collapsed on the couch laughing. My neighbor and sister soon joined in. Then suddenly, I stopped and stared up at the blank, white, comforting ceiling. One day, I will be back. Back to recollect all my forgotten …show more content…
Every little thing in my life. I started out with my favorite places, then my friends, and finally, my house. I drew furiously, desperate to preserve all of my memories. In three hours, I finished drawing out my life. I smiled, satisfied with my hard work. As a finishing touch, I wrote a few words: Forgetting anything is not an option, especially not when they all gave me so much to remember. During the last two hours, I received a wonderful surprise. We visited my school one last time with my neighbor (who was also my classmate), allowing me to say goodbye again. Then I saw him. When he came over, there was a huge smile plastered to his face as he questioned the time where I would leave.
“Today.” I answered quietly. Instantly, he frowned and stared at the pebbles on the ground. With the two most important people in my class standing right in front of me, I couldn’t help but feeling my heart clench. My neighbor, who was my best friend at school, and the boy I spent lonely days at recess with. The last hour of my happiest childhood moment was with my best friends. I couldn’t ask for
She happily agreed and bobbed her short hair. The cold winter wind blew dust and dirt into my eyes but I just blinked them away and continued sprinting. I was determined to beat her. Our record currently had her in the lead. Each step was difficult and I desperately wanted to end on a good note. Finally I crashed into the fence and sunk down cheering. “You’ll come back someday right?” She quietly asked after flopping down on the grass besides me. I chewed on my lower lip and stretched my hand towards the dark and dreary sky. At that moment I wished so hard for a diversion so I wouldn’t have to answer that question. And luckily, something did happen. A speck of water dripped on my face and rolled off down my cheek. “It’s raining. Let’s go back.” What an awful day I had so far. I couldn’t even play outside. At the same time, I was thankful for I did not know the answer to her question. The solid door was open when we climbed the stairs to my house. My sister stood there crossing her arms with a frustrated expression. Chunks of fruit and cake were stuck to the socked foot she was raising. I stumbled through the doorway and collapsed on the couch laughing. My neighbor and sister soon joined in. Then suddenly, I stopped and stared up at the blank, white, comforting ceiling. One day, I will be back. Back to recollect all my forgotten …show more content…
Every little thing in my life. I started out with my favorite places, then my friends, and finally, my house. I drew furiously, desperate to preserve all of my memories. In three hours, I finished drawing out my life. I smiled, satisfied with my hard work. As a finishing touch, I wrote a few words: Forgetting anything is not an option, especially not when they all gave me so much to remember. During the last two hours, I received a wonderful surprise. We visited my school one last time with my neighbor (who was also my classmate), allowing me to say goodbye again. Then I saw him. When he came over, there was a huge smile plastered to his face as he questioned the time where I would leave.
“Today.” I answered quietly. Instantly, he frowned and stared at the pebbles on the ground. With the two most important people in my class standing right in front of me, I couldn’t help but feeling my heart clench. My neighbor, who was my best friend at school, and the boy I spent lonely days at recess with. The last hour of my happiest childhood moment was with my best friends. I couldn’t ask for