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Friday, October 10, 2005
Down Memory Road with Mother Nature
I could smell the all the pine trees around me as I walked through the forest. Autumn was coming to an end and the smells of the forest were stronger than ever, as if they were trying to tell you their scents wouldn't leave, even during winter.
If you didn't know, my name is Hana Asakura. I'm nine years old; my eyes are an amber color, my hair is short and blonde and I am around 4'6.
Ever since I was a baby my mother would bring me into the forest until we got to the clearing, where we would sit and enjoy Mother Nature's touch.
No matter how old I get, I still think the clearing is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. The clearing has many tall trees with their branches spread out, over lapping with other trees, only allowing a few rays of light to peer in. there is a specific tree with a root sticking out of the ground that's almost as big as me, that I love to sit on while I listen and play with the little creatures that live in the forest. Aside from the few rays of light, the clearing is actually pretty dark. Either way, it's still a beautiful site. And what makes the scenery even more extravagant is when the soft breeze from the wind softly sways the leaves on the trees, just like today.
Everyday, since my mother brought me, I would go to the clearing and stay for at least an hour and a half.
Whenever I go to the clearing I feel like I'm with Mother Nature herself.
Mother Nature has always been like my second mother. Especially after the incident four years ago.
Four years ago my mother had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. My mother had gotten shot by two gangs that were "playing" with guns.
Ever since then, I've always felt like my mother's spirit was with me whenever I'm in the clearing. The clearing is the only thing I have that reminds me of her.
I've made a silent vow to myself that when I have a child, I'll make sure he or she enjoys the clearing and never let them forget their mother, even when I'm gone.
Just like my mother did.
Written By: Ayame Alyssa Asakura
Happy Thanksgiving!