This is the classroom where I first learned how to read and write in. Now it feels like history. My small brain working hard to remember how the alphabet song goes. “A, B, C…and what? ” “E, F, G” Miss Flutter sung would remind me. I remember looking at the tall teacher, wondering, when will I grow that tall? Now, I’m taller than the teacher, but the teacher is in the grave. I wonder what my friends are doing. Lilly, Isabella, we used to play tic tac toe together. The blackboard gives me a little white chalk on my palms. That gives me a flashback of when I was called up in front of the class to solve a math problem. And I didn’t know how to solve, so I started to cry.
“Miss, your visiting time is over. Others are waiting in the line, please hurry up.”
I guess my time here is over, but I’ll never let go of my memories in this classroom.