I was busy painting my nails one day, my thoughts were quite preoccupied. The nail polishes, thin brushes, sponge - the whole nine yards - were spread on the table. Hubby was quietly watching a tv program. Suddenly, a soft knock on the door gave away who was outside - my young friend from the upstairs apartment. She's quite comfortable at our place, she often comes and stays for a while. I thought she'd be too young for my nail polishes... or else that I don't want my polishes spilled all over... I decided, we should draw on paper instead.
"Do you like drawing?" I inquired. "I could draw the universe!" She said. I was curious. "Oh well then, how about you show me?" I spoke enthusiastically as I bring out some paper and colors. For some reason, I have accumulated a good assortment of colored pencils, pastels, acrylic paint, watercolors... I was attracted to the colors maybe, though, I knew nothing of the arts. She chose the colored pencils and I picked up the pastels.
While she drew the universe, I was content with my own little corner of the world surrounded by bright yellow sunflowers and a blue butterfly. It was a winter day, snow was on the ground. I was missing those cheerful flowers that grew wildly alongside the roads in the city where I grew up.
What kinds of things reminds you of beautiful memories in your childhood?