I had lots of friends when I was young, and I didn’t know how valuable friends were, so I always made fun of my friends when I was young (like spill water on them or say something funny about them), and the playground teaches me how valuable friends are.
I think that was about nine years ago and I was six years old that time. That was a weekend that time, and I asked some of my friends to play with me on the playground. We brought our toys and some cartoon books, we shared our toys and the cartoon books with each other, we were really happy and we laughed. While we were laughing, one of my friend said that we can play “hide and seek” together, and everybody agreed it. So we provided the area, the rule (the hikers had 40 seconds to hide and the seekers will started finding the hikers), and who were the hikers and the seekers, then we started. 1,2,3,4… the seekers started to count to 40, and the hikers found a secret place to hide, and every-body were so excited…39,40, the seekers started finding us. After a while, some of the hiders had been found (not including me) and the seekers were still finding others. Bumb, bumb… the seeker was coming closer and closer to me, and my heart was beating faster and faster. The seeker suddenly heard some sound from the back of a bush, so he started walking towards me, I was so scared so I grabbed some wet soil from the ground and throw it at the seeker. The seeker looked at his shirt and started crying. I had no idea what I was doing so I walked over to him and said sorry. One of my friends told me that yesterday was his sixth birthday and he got this shirt from his mother as a birthday gift, and he loved it a lot. Maybe its because I was really “rude” to him that time, but we didn’t see each other anymore.
The world is just that small. Three years ago, I went into a middle school, and I met a guy who looked so similar to a person who was “angry” at me nine years ago, so I plucked up my courage and asked him if he was that person or not, and he sad yes. Of cause we become friend with each other because we all think we were all immature and we were not mellow that time. So this is what the playground teaches me, we need to treasure our friends like our brothers and sisters.
Mark:
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate your efforts in revising, bolstering, and altering until you get it just right. The use of this childhood memory, told with creativity and energy, reveals a lot about the difficult process of growing up, and learning awkward (if ultimately crucial) life-lessons.
You might want to go back and tighten up a few loose mechanical issues-- "hider" instead of "hiker", verb tenses ("thought" instead of "think"), etc.
Very nice job mark. Playground contains much emotion of a middle school student's life of sports in China. I also have that kind of mood when I was reading you article. You described almost each corner of your playground, that's so incredible
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