Recalling One's Memory

"The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them." -Antoine de Saint

As I was enjoying making our homework holding my colorful barbie-designed pen, I was interrupted by the loud voices of our neighbors shouting for help. Curious to know what really happened, I immediately ran outside of our house. A dark and thick smoke coming from the huge fire was the one who caught my eyes. Being in the stage of shock, I can feel my self standing still, staring at the fire and unconscious about the people around me busy packing their things and evacuating the area. It took me a moment to realize that I was only about 20 meters away from the burning house. So I ran as fast as I can to go somewhere safe. As I was running, I remembered that I have this thing which is really important to me and I left it there in our house. So I take another path and went back to get it. When I was finally inside the house, the thing which I  grabbed is my bag full of notebooks, coloring materials and other things needed for school.
 As an eight-year old kid, these stuffs are the most important things that I have from that time. Maybe because these are my life. Having my self love to go to school every day to meet my friends,  enjoy playing with them with my color books and enjoy learning as well.
The very first one who approached me by the time that I went outside of our house was my mother. I was welcomed by her embrace and telling me that she's thankful for I am safe and scolded me at the same time for I have put my self at risk that time.


As I reminisced this experience, I still didn't regret what I did that time. This experience had taught me a lot of lessons which I still practiced today. It taught me to value things as how they were important to me. Not only those material things but also to value friendships and other relationships I have. If I can still manage to fight for it, I will  because I might regret in the end if I didn't take even a single chance to save it.