on my way home

July 3, 2008, 3:08 pm
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My elementary school was a long way from my house. Actually it took over one hour on foot when I was in first grade. Though sometimes I did short cut or used the different way for change, I have walked the same way for six years every day. So there are a lot of memory on the way.

On my way home , there were a lot of rice field. At the beginning of June, I thought the time was so, rice were planted. They were very short sticking their head a bit from the ground left the same space between them. And when it breezed softly, they all together waved pleasantly. It was so beautiful scene as a picture.

Then, someone lives in there! Do you know who? They were very attractive for us children because they transfigured themselves a little every time we meet them. Yes! They are tadpoles!! When we found them in the water of rice field, we put off our bags and squatted down over the water to see them closely. And we dipped our hands into the water silently wondering if they notice us. Feeling the comfortablenss of the cold water, we waited the tadoples came over our open hand. The moment they do, we got off our hands abruptly from water. The tadopples swam around our hands. Maybe they were in panic! That is one of my memory on my way home.