My Childhood Memories I was born and grew up in a beautiful town. Its name is Duc Pho. Although, this is a small town, but it contains a lot of my memories. At the time I was born, my town was very small. Hmm… well, I don’t know where I should start to tell you about my childhood memories. At that time, most people in my town are poor. My family is no exception. I remember the days that my old sister and I went to market together as well as cooked. My sister cooked and I did whatever she told me. In the meanwhile, we cooked with firewood and we had to collect firewood from my backyard. My parents had to work all day; therefore, my sister and I did all the housework. I remember the days I played folk games with my friends, they are also my neighbors. I remember the days I went fishing and fly a kite with my friends after school. I remember the days my whole family gathered together, had diner together, watched TV together,… I remember the days I lived without thinking how and what I eat tomorrow. The days I lived with a pure soul and without sorrow. Now I’m an adult. My family is living in the US, and I’m living and working in Vietnam. Sometimes I feel so lonely. I don’t know how long we can gather together into our small house in our town like before. Well, if I had a wish, I would wish the time could go back. How about my writing? Your advice is my gold. Thank you for reading, thank you for your time, thank you!