Story about My Childhood

When I take a look at my childhood pictures, I recall the wonderful moments of my childhood. I was raised by my parents. When I was two years old, I had the opportunity to follow my parents to go to America. My father was relocated to Arizona for one an half years of work assignment.

I experienced the four seasons there and I like winter season the best. I remember my father bringing us to Flagstaff, Arizona to see the winter scenery and to play with the snow over there. I enjoyed myself in the snow by building a snowman, throwing snowballs and making snow angels with my parents.

Then, from there we went to the Grand Canyon. The scenery was grand, beautiful and breathtaking. I met some American Indians, the Navajos. My mother bought some bracelets and necklaces from them. I loved the cold weather and the cold wind which blew in my face. What a difference between the hot weather in Malaysia and the pleasant weather in Flagstaff.

Once I went to a peach farm in Arizona. There were many big and juicy peaches grown in the trees so low that I can pluck them with my hands and ate them straight away. I like to eat them so much that I pluck as many as possible and brought a big bag and happily went home.

I was quite an active child as I liked to run and jump a lot. My mother would often take me to the parks to play on the slides and sit on the swings almost every evening. I also loved to play with natural objects such as stones,sands and sticks. one of my favourite things to do was to build sand castles by the beach in Batu Ferringhi. I also remember when I was in Arizona, I loved to watch them skid on it.

My mother used to complain that I only loved to drink fresh milk and eat nothing else. I was not interested in eating bread, eggs, vegetables, and many more when I was young. Bringing me up was not easy as my parents often had to play with me and entertain me because I was the only child at that time and I felt bored easily.

I will always remember my childhood days in America and I hope that one day I will be able to visit Arizona again or to visit my father's friend, Uncle Scott and Auntie Kris in Ohio.