A moment spent alone doing something you enjoyed
Last weekend, my parents went overseas for two days and since they were out, I was home alone and not allowed to go out of the house because I had to keep an eye on my new maid and old aged grandmother. Since I am such a positive person, I looked at the bright side of my situation. I decided to have my very own television marathon and I settled down on my couch with a bag of potato chips and a can of coca-cola. Sadly, my marathon only lasted two hours before I got bored.

I then went on my computer and started watching insane soccer skills videos on YouTube while I chatted with my friends. Well this activity only lasted me one hour before boredom hit me again. I decided that since I was getting bored, it would be better if I did something productive and the first idea that struck me was “cleaning up my room” because if anyone came into my room at that point of time, they would have thought that there was a huge robbery in my room because it seemed as if someone ransacked my drawers and rummaged through my clothes and books!

When I was cleaning my upper shelves, I came upon a huge photo album filled with my pictures taken when I was young. I sat down on my bed and looked through the photos. While I was looking through, I felt sad when I saw pictures of me playing cricket and chasing late grandfather and pictures of my grandmother feeding me food and carrying me with her two arms with a big smile on her face, showering love on me. It’s such memories that I cherish, of my loved ones for years to come because the values they instilled in me can never be forgotten and the impact they left on me will always be remembered.

There were even pictures of my crying when I was forced to take a shower ( because I hated showers when I was young) and my favourite picture was my dad holding me up with pride as if he were saying “That’s my son!” It was such images that helped me recall my past because after all, “ A picture speaks a thousand words”. On the same shelf, there was a thick file full of my drawings and school work I did in Kindergarten. As I browsed through the file I looked at all my spelling worksheets and I had gotten full marks for almost all of them because I remembered my mom making me memorise every spelling in detail the night before my test and now all that effort has paid off. After all,"a son is what his mother made him".