One-Word Essay: Memories
Memories
“Kang, over here!” Dylan, my best friend, called me when I was looking for my friends after my mother had sent me to the railway station and left with her “5-years old” car. Aware of the sound, my eyes immediately darted to him and then the other chums. Suddenly, a grin of happiness flitted across my face. We had already planned to have a cycling activity at the Taman Botani Negara a few days ago as soon as the previous examination ended. And finally the day had come. Using the tickets we had bought, we boarded the train that came with anticipation, which would lead us to the destination.
It was our first time visiting the place and we were not familiar with it yet. It would not be a problem as it was just located a stone throw’s away from the railway station we had arrived at. To ride bicycles, we had to rent from the bicycle shop and the rental was RM10.00 per hour. Not to mention, any accidental damage to the auxiliary parts of the bicycle would be taken into charges based on particular parts being impaired. When we were all set, we rode to the hill. I was then unexpectedly reminded of the advice from my mother. “Kang, be careful when you pedal on the hills. Beware of cars and cliffs especially. Once you slipped off from the cliff, you are dead. Your bones will be fractured into pieces.”
All along the road, I always stayed cycling at the side of the road with walls rather than on the other side with cliffs. As a judicious man, I reminded them about it too. The day was cloudy and I expected everything would be fine. The roads were in well condition. The birds greeted us with tweets as we progressed. We swiftly dodged every oncoming cars and bikers. We were simply tranquilized by the fragrant scent from the foliage of trees. Ohhh…the air was so refreshing! When we had reached halfway, we stopped for awhile at the billboard to look at the map and we took pictures together with the help of a passerby biker. It was that very last and precious
“Kang, over here!” Dylan, my best friend, called me when I was looking for my friends after my mother had sent me to the railway station and left with her “5-years old” car. Aware of the sound, my eyes immediately darted to him and then the other chums. Suddenly, a grin of happiness flitted across my face. We had already planned to have a cycling activity at the Taman Botani Negara a few days ago as soon as the previous examination ended. And finally the day had come. Using the tickets we had bought, we boarded the train that came with anticipation, which would lead us to the destination.
It was our first time visiting the place and we were not familiar with it yet. It would not be a problem as it was just located a stone throw’s away from the railway station we had arrived at. To ride bicycles, we had to rent from the bicycle shop and the rental was RM10.00 per hour. Not to mention, any accidental damage to the auxiliary parts of the bicycle would be taken into charges based on particular parts being impaired. When we were all set, we rode to the hill. I was then unexpectedly reminded of the advice from my mother. “Kang, be careful when you pedal on the hills. Beware of cars and cliffs especially. Once you slipped off from the cliff, you are dead. Your bones will be fractured into pieces.”
All along the road, I always stayed cycling at the side of the road with walls rather than on the other side with cliffs. As a judicious man, I reminded them about it too. The day was cloudy and I expected everything would be fine. The roads were in well condition. The birds greeted us with tweets as we progressed. We swiftly dodged every oncoming cars and bikers. We were simply tranquilized by the fragrant scent from the foliage of trees. Ohhh…the air was so refreshing! When we had reached halfway, we stopped for awhile at the billboard to look at the map and we took pictures together with the help of a passerby biker. It was that very last and precious