I walk alone on Memory Lane.
Just me, myself and I; makes me a whole unique person.
Some days, I see myself as a child again, embracing the sweet memories of childhood. The bright and long summer days of frolicking in the vast countryside of my hometown.
Some days, I see myself as a teenager. My beloved mother would lecture me to be an obedient daughter; an expectation that I couldn’t fulfill.
Deep within myself, I wanted to be the “real me”: adventurous, creative, outspoken, and rebellious.
This is my memory lane, that I walked so often. Each chapter unfolds before me.
Each lesson and experience taught me to be a better person.
Memory Lane, my favorite path when I need some self-reflection.
By Jazzmin S. Lu