My Memory -Asiate

Tall, long green grass. Big and small rocks...take me back to my memory.

Grandpa telling me to go and look at the giant palm tree. Me saying to my grandpa, “why the tree built like that?” Gigantic trees, enormous big rocks. I felt a mosquito bite and blood dripping from my feet. Birds tweeting into my ear. Long branches in my way, trees that look like Christmas trees. My sister and I collecting rocks big and small. Mud on my shoes.All takes me back.