Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Red bag was the object of desire.

When I was at kindergarten, there were two kinds of bags for milk money. Each morning we would bring 50 yen for the milk provided at lunch. White bag was for the ordinary milk, and red bag was for the coffee-flavored one.

In the morning, we would put the milk money bag into a wooden box, with our names on it. Some were white, others were red. Somehow, my mother got an idea into her head that I was never allowed to bring the red bag to kindergarten. I looked with a painful agony and wishfu longing at the red bags that my friends brought and joyfully put into the wooden box.

Red bag was the dream of my life. Red bag was the object of desire. There was nothing more adorable than the sight of a red bag
in the wooden box. I remember it vividly even now.

6 comments:

sonboo7 said...

I always appreciate your childhood stories. They trigger my own old memories which have long been forgotten within me, and I would always for a moment or so be able to indulge myself in my forever lost dear old childhood or youth as well.
It is a wonder how vividly these memories would come back to me, and often I find myself almost like crying.

Ruffino said...

In my U.S. elementary school, we had lunch tickets: orange for food, white for regular milk, and blue for other drinks (including chocolate milk). I remember not ever having access to my blue drink ticket because of my parents, but, fortunately, being a big fan of regular milk, I survived the experience!

-a fellow JASCer

Andrew said...

In my U.S. elementary school, we had three lunch tickets: yellow for food, white for regular milk, and blue for all other drinks, including chocolate milk. I remember not ever having access to my blue ticket because of my parents, but, fortunately, I grew to love regular milk and never felt left out!

-from a fellow JASCer

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Saint said...

Do you happen to have a picture of the red bags and wooden boxes you're talking about?

moo said...

It's cute story.
You remember your young days so clealy.
I'll try to leave my feedback once in a while after reading your essay.
Thanks for giving us the chance to use English.