I want to tag from the childhood memory bittersweet. Someone is interested in taking over? Otherwise I wrote that.
I have five years. It's Monday morning and the school yard is all white. It is 10 centimeters of snow fell yesterday, and no trace of not disturbing the beautiful cover. My mother did not explain how it is done. She said wait, the bell will ring, the courses will start, see you this afternoon, and I remain on the doorstep of the school at the end of our tracks, waiting for the bell.
I can not wait to eat the corn muffins that prepared me for a snack. The day before, while it was snowing, she asked me what I wanted, and I felt like a little meal in the crunchy sweet yellow pulp, with or without butter. I am proud, I think. As I recall, the idea of releasing the muffins to snack fills me with satisfaction.
But time passes and anxiety deaf in my belly but I'm the same as now and I manage stressful situations the way that is softer, even five years, I do not give in to panic, I think, I suspect that there is no kindergarten class today, I wonder how my mother could fail, yet I do not move, I imagine that the situation will recover by itself, it is not too cold and I'm well dressed.
Then the situation is restored to herself, my mother comes back, all fear and joy, I do not know how much time I spent alone, without anyone trample the snow turn it's a very gray day, but very bright, the sky is a very pearl thin, silent light, actually it's not cold, I was pretty much alone on the doorstep of the school.
My mother is all sweetness and repentance, I think she might cry, I feel little, I had no fear, everything that concerns me is not not able to eat my muffins to snack because it was for school.
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