On the children's day, my daughter, my younger son, and I visited my parents who live in another prefecture, roughly 100 km north of my house. Needless to say, I was born and raised there. I have always been cherishing an period of 19 years I spent as a child and adolescence with my parents.
I took my two kids to my elementary school. Actually, this is my first time in almost three decades to visit the school after I left my home town in the late teens. One of things that surprised me is how clearly I can remember what I did at this elementary school.
Let me show one example.
You can see the ground in front of the school building (and my two children) in the photo, where 10-year-old my friends and I found a small whirlwind standing still. I was not brave at that time (maybe not yet now), but something encouraged me to jump into the whirlwind. I was still wondering what on earth the something was.
I felt kind of pains probably because some small stones hit me in the face. However, before long, the whirlwind disappeared spontaneously. Given no other guys attempting to enter the wind, I was proud of my behavior. On top of that, it looked like I attacked the wind with guts and defeated it without a trace.
I did not tell my story to my kids, hoping that, someday in the future, my kids read this blog and remember what they did with me on Children's day, with their future children.