Childhood in the Park

The day that my family and I went to our clan family gathering at "WoWo" Park was a typical bright and breezy day of Fresno California. The weather was not too cold or too warm and not too humid or too windy. It was the perfect weather. Although I was six years old at the time, I still remember the day of our gathering as if it was yesterday. There were Hmong music playing loudly. Zippy boys were running around and causing trouble. Frisky girls, including myself, were playing on the play ground or playing Hmong jump rope with a chain of rubber bands. Grandmothers and mothers were gossipping and eavesdropping on one another. Grandfathers and fathers were reminiscing of the past or chatting about the future. That day, the sun shined brightly, the skies were as clear as the blue sea and the grass was at its greenist. Even the smell and taste of a plain yet delicious meal of tender seasoned chicken and sweet rice that filled our grumbling stomachs, are locked in my memory. The day of our family gathering was full of bliss, fun, and memories.