8.      Something entitled “ My Life as a Grasshopper” – 4pts

The sun seemed to dance over the meadow that day; I guess the way the clouds moved across the light caused that effect. The rays moved over the tall grass and the wildflowers, almost like The God Guy was running a spotlight over His artwork. We chased it, my father, my younger brother, our dog and me. We ran and hopped up and down, barefooted with our arms out wide and our faces upturned. We trod on the grasses, grabbed at the yellow and purple flowers, and we scattered the clouds of ladybugs and butterflies. We human beings laughed; our dog barked happily, and snapped at the insects.

It isn’t much in size, as far as memory goes. Sometimes when it comes back to me, it seems more like I am recalling a scrap of a dream. A glimpse into who I used to be, maybe. Another life.

I don’t know where the meadow was, or why we would be there that afternoon. I don’t remember any conversations, or any other details. I think that my mind captured the most important things, though: Running, jumping, enjoying the colours, laughing… and getting some sunshine on my face.