Sometimes I am quite sentimental. Once in a while, when I lie on my bed, rest my hand underneath my head, and look at the ceiling, I start to replay my old days in my head. Actually, although I say old days, I am not that old. I am at my twenties. You can probably able to image how my old days are when hear a person who at his twenties speaking of his old day. Indeed, They are silly. There is a memory I cherish the most. I find tons of fun and laugh at myself every time I recall it.
It happened when I was in 6th grade. First of all, unlike American schools, teachers come to classroom instead of students go to a classroom and wait for the teacher. Therefore, there is a short period of time between period, approximately five minutes. In that short time, classmates chat and play with each other.
And myself, I found a quite unique and pointless entertainment. We were still in the age using blackboard as the primary teaching tool. One of its by product is chalk. For some reason, I started to powder chalks with a ruler and put them into a hand-folded paper containment. For sure, it was boring when I did this alone. Therefore, I had a company, a classmate, to play with. It was a lot of joy, as I have someone to play with, and the classmate was a girl I liked. You might ask, what do I do with the powdered chalk? Simple answer, nothing, I just dumped it into a trash can. It served its purpose as an entertainment anyway. Well, at the end of the year, I figured to powder different color of chalks and mixed them together in a little glass vial. It was quite beautiful actually. Like I said, it was silly. Yet, who cares? Plus, who didn’t have a silly childhood? The silliness is what makes it unique and something that we think again even decades pass.