*Even Now I'd still

Even now, I'd still remember the sweetness of her voice. First grade start out as a new beginning for me. It make me feel more grow up and looking much better.
It was a fine day today and my mom took me to school. When we reach the front stoned-cement gate. Students like me dressed up with white shirt and dark blue pant and their parents walk them to school with a smile on their face. The first impression I got from the school was like something I never get before. Trees of red flower grow around the school and inside also it in full bloom. The smell evaporated the nervous inside everyone and placed inside them with a sense of home sweet home feeling. Red bricks piling on the school top and make the classroom stand out from the houses near the school. I thought that it was too much to take in for me during my first day of school but I would never guess that there be more.

The classrooms smell of chalk and old woods. Chairs and tables are glued to each other and it make out of wood. Students quickly sat down at their place because on the board a sitting chart was written on it and I was very lucky. A girl who not my friend and not one that I know of, was sitting next to me. I looked at her and she flashed a smile at me. I smile back of course but she was cute. Her hair were short, curly, tall, white skin, brownish hair and she big eye with long eyelashes. For some reason she start talking to me and I would respond to her saying. She is always smile and hold my hand. I never feel nervous around her or by other girlssince I'm in 1st grade.

Around beginning of the third weeks of school. She asked me to teach her play jump rope and I was somehow the exper's in it. Sometime I would play jump rode with the 5th grade because I was too good. People in my town doesn't say that jump rope is for girls only because we are too poor to buy anything except roper ban and make it into a jump rope. Plus, the jump rope we play need balance and able to lift yourself high in the sky. The school courtyard was make up of small rock that hurt your feet when you walk without your sandals. Throw out the school year, I keep teaching her jump rope and play shoot the marbles. She improved alot with my teaching and the thing I still respect her for is, she wore high sandal that is really high. When she wore high sandal, she would be tall as me.

Once after school around spring, she asked me to her house to do homework because I was smart. We walked on the red powder rode of vietnam because if anyone wear white. The cloth would look redish color later. It was fun during the walking because we in a forest. Sometime we would hear rushling around us and we ran. Her face show such a nice have fun face. When we arrived at her old house. It was amaze to me how her house surround by leaves and wine. Her mom was nice to me and give me food to eat then we did our homework. Before I known it, outside is darkening and her dad drove me home. My mom would stand at front porch and greet me.

We went to 2nd grade together and before november. I had to say goodbye to her because I'm going to America. She challenged me to the last game of jumprope but I win because I alway win. It was fun and a memory that I would never forget. Her face was sad on the day I leave but she smile for me.

Now, it been 7 years since I saw any pictures of her or even talk to her. I lost her contact and I was having a hard time of my own here in America. Now I'm writing this, it give me sweet memory of someone I hold dear to in my heart. It late at night for I had put the pen down. Next time I write what will it be about?