Descriptive Essay

    I must not be a caring person.  I had lost tons of things in my life, and memories are the most among them.  My parents used to tell me how funny I was or how smart I was, and all I said was "Wow really".  Instead of remember big things, I take things that are remarkable and interesting. I guess all the people get the choice of remembering things that they want to remember.

    My earliest memory was definitely very impressing however it was in an embarrassing way.  The time draws back to kindergarten, when I was six.  I was a nice little girl but too shy to talk to people.  However I still found a best friend.  Her name is "Mary".  She was taller than me, was more outgoing, more athletic; overall she was like a big sister of mine.  There weren't any fights we had that I remember.

    One day Mary came to school with her new ruler, and soon she was surrounded by all the kids.  The ruler was the most fashionable and unique ones at the time - a strip of measurement attached to a mini game, which is a labyrinth.  It has closed space for three or four tiny balls to move freely.  I was so fascinated to the ruler that after school I asked to borrow it home.  Mary hesitated a bit, "O.K. Just be careful. And bring it back tomorrow."

    Of course I totally ignored her words.  The labyrinth was so exciting and I let the balls reach every single corners, more than once.  Children always have such great imagination so that I guess I must came up with a crazy idea though I forgot the details.  The truth was, I somehow broke it.

    Now I'm still surprised with the "little me".  I didn't think very much at that night. In face all I thought was "I cannot play that anymore, but that's okay because I've got other stuff too."  So I went on watching TV.  It was amazing that the second day I actually remembered to take the broken ruler.  Until I met Mary's eyes and suddenly realized what I had done.  I held the ruler behind me although anyone can easily see that I'm hiding something.  Then I told Mary: "Now I'm gonna tell you something but you must be so mad at me." 
   
    She was confused at first, "No, how could you know that I'm gonna be mad at you?" 

    "You must be really really mad, I know it."

    Mary might figure what I was trying to tell. I did something bad. "It's okay just tell me. I won't yell at you."

    The mood, the lights, the words and everything knocked me off.  I was almost crying, "You will. No. You will."
   
    "I promise I won't."

    I still am not sure if I'm exagerrating my emotion, or even acting.  I believe I was not.  Human nature determines the muddle of children, and everything is good natured, and, pretty cute.
   
    At last I told her.  I could see that the fact still hit her, a bit.  But Mary was so nice and she kept her promise.  Our relationship wasn't affected by this accident very much.  I really appreciate her kindness and I was lucky that I had a wonderful sister in my early years.