Bournemouth
was a beautiful town. I, high school student, did a homestay during the summer
holidays there. Every things were new to me, especially the town's colors. How
impressive the different reds of bricks, bus, mailbox and green of roadside tree!
I was taken care of a family living in the typical flat house with backyard. Father
was a truck driver and they had 2 daughters and 2 boys. Eldest daughter, beautiful
blond with blue eyes, was the same age to me. First day she guided me the city. It
was windy day. She asked me “Do you have tissue?” “Pardon me?” I didn’t know
the word of tissue then. I felt our communication became awkward.
I again visited there twice later It was a nostalgic tour. Eldest
daughter got married with police man. Eldest son and second daughter moved to
Australia. Younger boy succeeded father’s work. I miss
Bournemouth where makes me remember my old days.
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