REFRESHING
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
One beautiful morning the rays of the sun
struck my eyes through the half opened, red curtained windows in my room. The
sky looked as if it had been stitched with a silver lining. I knew it was a
bright new day with new experiences to go through. I quickly woke up and wore
my fluffy blue slippers and rushed to the attic. My mum and I had decided to
clean the dusty attic today and that is where I was headed to.
The
attic was a whole new place for me because I had never ever had a slightest
peak of it. The attic door with its rusted hinges creaked open with the
slightest touch of my hands. The door was covered in fungi because there was a
leakage of water from the brown, damp cracked rooftop. I entered and closed the
creepy door behind me. The attic was fully covered in dust, there were some
photo frames of people hanging on one side and it felt as if the people in
those frames are staring at me from behind the layers of dust. There was and
old Grandfather dock on the left side of the room which still has its long
metal still swinging to and fro, and I could hear the sound of the clock going
“tick-tock”, “tick-tock”. I wandered how this old corroded clock still worked,
did mum renew it without telling me?
The
attic was pin drop silent, except for the sound of the large clock, and as I
took another step from between the stuffed sides; my eyes fell on one a box
that stood lonely in the deepest corner of the attic. I dodged all the
oversized obstacles and finally reached the box. I opened the medium sized box
and saw an unexpected sight! It was my childhood collection!! I was so excited
to discover what was inside! The first thing my tiny eyes took sight of was my
own bound scrapbook. I went into a flashback and tried to recover the memories.
My orange and blue checked scrapbook had photographs of me in different
destinations that I had visited when I was young. One thing I noticed was that
my handwriting when I was a tiny, innocent child had curves. My handwriting was
shaped like snakes tail and it looked extremely distorted!
The
second thing I saw was a framed photo of me and my lovely childhood friends
fighting for a delicious black forest cake on my birthday-the scenario looked
similar to the breaking out of ants on a wet lollipop. The thing that got my
eyes next was my favorite childhood toy whose name was Woody. Woody used to be
my extreme favorite toy when I was young. The cowboy doll that had a string on
its back which when pulled made him talk. I then saw the brown, leather hat
that Woody used to wear was lost, I quickly dug my hands into the box and
finally saw that deep in one of the corners lied Wood’s hat. I picked it up put
it on Woody and hugged him so tight, like how pandas never let go of their
food.
The
dusty box contained so much of my favorite things. For me it felt like a gold
mine; since it contained most of my special things. I couldn’t wait to mine
more and more into to refresh all my childhood memories and run them in my mind
again. It contained all my assets-assets is what I called my special stuff when
I was a child I did not go for lunch even though mum had cooked my favorite
food; Red and white cheese pasta until I reached the end of the box and looked
and fully admired all my assets.
Year Eleven
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