I reminisce my childhood with nostalgia and I’m sure so does anybody. I guess it’s because children see the world differently, like it’s full of magic and everything is possible… so grown-ups want to fly back to this state.
That was the day when I went to school for the first time. There was my family there. My parents, grand-parents, aunt and myself, standing at the schoolyard and waiting the ceremony to begin. I remember that the weather was very capricious: it was windy and rainy, so everyone had a ‘flying’ umbrella in his hand. It all looked like a picture of a fight between a human and an element.
Of course, I am flattered that my relatives endured this cold challenge in the name of cheering me up, and despite me so thankful, there is me smiling about them ironically so sweet and confused at the same time.
Actually, this irony is what has made this day such remarkable for me.
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