I Can’t Part with My Childhood Memories
My mother is moving to a small apartment and wants me to take boxes of my childhood items she’s stored for years. My basement is stuffed to the gills, too! Knowing my mother decided to move out. I have no idea what should I deal with them at first.
This afternoon, after got off from work, I drove to my mothers’. Looking at all those toys, appliance, clothes, books, my memories are quickly brought back for some unaccountable reason.
From one box, A RC Tank caught into my eyes, my mind was suddenly floating a scene of heart-stirring.
15 years ago, I was a little boy who fancies about RC Tank. One day, my mother and I was in a danger of a aircraft crashing, I was at age of 3, although I was too little to realize of what is death, still I recognized how dreadful to face the death. After all, my mother gave me the RC Tank which was supposed to give me on my birthday as a present, it quenched my dread while I was playing it, and consoled my mother either, for no earthly reason, our touchdown was not the tragedy it seemed destined to be. From that day, I learnt what the courage looks like.
I picked out the RC Tank and to remind me the most memorable thing.
Before I left, I took photos of childhood toys, clip fabric from memorable clothing, save just a few school drawings or report cards and then arrange all of these items into photo album or scrapbook
I’m sure they’ll bring me much more joy that an attic or a basement full of dusty boxes.