It’s the third week of March once again. It has been fifteen years since I graduated kindergarten.
And I am here standing at the product shelves of a grocery store, staring blankly at the jelly candies in front of me. I thought of buying a dozen as part of my dinner-dessert routine. It’s nostalgic ~something that is part of my childhood vanishes in thin air. I grew up forgetting things about my kindergarten days from my teacher’s name to the rules in one of the board games I used to play.
The years grew weary. I woke up one morning and found that the world had sunk in oblivion. I went to high school. I finished my university years. I was promoted at work. I would enjoy a movie once in a while. I often stare at the moon and watch how the clouds hide the stars’ luminosity. I was doing okay~
But one day, your memory is going to betray you by letting you remember all your childhood memories ~all at once after its 15 years of passing. That is why I am here standing at the food corner of a grocery store. I grabbed a plastic of jellies and a bottle of fresh milk to atone the child in me. I have forgotten what a jelly tastes like so I opened one. It still tastes the same ~ not much different than what I knew.
I bethought my kindergarten years. Way back, there are only eight colors, and there are rainbows after each rain. Everyone around just play and each one has their lunchboxes full of stuff. I remember my teacher reading us fairy tales often. She would tell us stories about a prince, a princess, and their castle.
But my trip to remembering does not stop there.
I have this memory hanging on the ceiling of my recollection room. It was my girl classmate who favored me to open her jelly candy. She pleaded me in her sweet voice ~but I was annoyed and told her I could not open it. I knew that if I tried harder, I can break open the darn candy. But I didn’t even try.
And so my girl classmate looked for someone who will open a jellyace for her. She was searching for the right prince while holding her magical jelly candy. She was stunning and ethereal while she walked away from me. The search was not long enough ~she approached another guy classmate. My guy classmate was able to open the jelly candy for her.
That was the first day my teacher read the Cinderella love triangle to the class.
Tomorrow came, I excite myself for our class’ break time. My girl classmate brought again some jelly. She approached the same guy classmate and asked him to open the jellyace for her. That was when I fall in love with the idea of falling in love. Staring at them makes me remember happy endings.
And I wished that they were meant for each other.
And the days had gone fast approaching. The school days are over. Parting is such a sweet sorrow. And goodbyes are uttered by everyone including my girl classmate bidding farewell to my guy classmate.
And now I welcome you to the present timeframe. I am eating jellies right this moment. You might be interested how life turns out. Yeah, I thought so, too. I thought my girl classmate is meant for my guy classmate. I am wrong. My girl classmate had her teen pregnancy. She was married. My guy classmate horribly died in a heart attack. He is somewhere there, 6 feet underground.
So I am sharing these three things to the world.
(1) That time is our enemy. It ticks, it runs. It will leave us behind and no matter how harder we chase time, we will lose the race. (2) The battle of opening a jellyace is torturous. Not in the physical aspect sense. It is excruciating to open a kid’s candy realizing there’s no one you can share it to. (3) Lastly, grown ups forgets priceless things.