96. Look through old family photos and pull out a few that remind you of important times or significant moments. (Remember that the impact of a moment is what makes it significant. A hike through the woods can sometimes be more significant than a birthday.) Choose one of these "Kodak Moments" to describe and explain its significance to you. Speak about the photograph and your feelings about what you see in it.
When I was five, my family moved to Cambodia. My father had just gotten a job in the United Nations, and we were planning to stay in Cambodia for a year or two. I was pulled out of school for the time being, and because I was required to continue my schooling, I came back to Nepal soon after. My sister, not much younger than me, was three years old when we first moved. While we were in Cambodia together, we made many memories. I was small back then, so these memories are not so fresh in my head, but there are some that particularly stand out.
I remember when we went to the zoo once, and my father wanted my sister to stand in front of a cage with a small bear in it so that he could take a picture of her. My sister was very terrified and started screaming: “I am scared that the bear will eat my butt from the back!" It was very cute!
Then once, we went to the beach. It was the first time that I ever saw such a great amount of water. I pulled at my mother's sleeves, and she asked me what was wrong. I looked at her with eyes full of wonder, and said, "Mamu, who spilled so much water here?" My parents still laugh about it every time is comes up in our conversations.
Another time, when I was playing with the pebbles outside our home, our driver, who lived in the small room outside the house, came up to me and offered me fried frogs and snakes. I was terrified, I screamed, and with tears gushing out of my eyes, I ran into the house.
In the same house, I remember the first time I saw my mother's drawings. She drew a grape vine and a big wolf sleeping underneath it. I remember thinking how good she was and that I wanted to be just as good.
However, these are just little fragments of memories left with me from my time in Cambodia. The thing that made it so great was my sister. She loved to play pranks on me and would make me cry quite often. Though I often got irritated by her, I loved her, and I still do. When I look at the photography above, I understand how much my sister means to me. She is smarter than me, brighter than me, and has a much better personality. She gets excited every time I return home and saves up her money in order to buy me presents. She cares for me, and what is more is that I can feel how important I am in her life. Sometimes, I feel selfish and ignorant because I do not pay attention to her and all the things that she goes on and on about. However, ultimately, we are going to ride on the same bike throughout our lives, caring and looking out for each other as we enjoy our time together. I know that maybe she won't always be looking into the camera, knowing what is happening, as she has a curious mind, but I will just go on smiling and being happy to have such a great sister like her.
I remember when we went to the zoo once, and my father wanted my sister to stand in front of a cage with a small bear in it so that he could take a picture of her. My sister was very terrified and started screaming: “I am scared that the bear will eat my butt from the back!" It was very cute!
Then once, we went to the beach. It was the first time that I ever saw such a great amount of water. I pulled at my mother's sleeves, and she asked me what was wrong. I looked at her with eyes full of wonder, and said, "Mamu, who spilled so much water here?" My parents still laugh about it every time is comes up in our conversations.
Another time, when I was playing with the pebbles outside our home, our driver, who lived in the small room outside the house, came up to me and offered me fried frogs and snakes. I was terrified, I screamed, and with tears gushing out of my eyes, I ran into the house.
In the same house, I remember the first time I saw my mother's drawings. She drew a grape vine and a big wolf sleeping underneath it. I remember thinking how good she was and that I wanted to be just as good.
However, these are just little fragments of memories left with me from my time in Cambodia. The thing that made it so great was my sister. She loved to play pranks on me and would make me cry quite often. Though I often got irritated by her, I loved her, and I still do. When I look at the photography above, I understand how much my sister means to me. She is smarter than me, brighter than me, and has a much better personality. She gets excited every time I return home and saves up her money in order to buy me presents. She cares for me, and what is more is that I can feel how important I am in her life. Sometimes, I feel selfish and ignorant because I do not pay attention to her and all the things that she goes on and on about. However, ultimately, we are going to ride on the same bike throughout our lives, caring and looking out for each other as we enjoy our time together. I know that maybe she won't always be looking into the camera, knowing what is happening, as she has a curious mind, but I will just go on smiling and being happy to have such a great sister like her.
