I recall what happened when I passed through time

I have a small key that is rusty. Today, as I packed my belongings, I opened an old book with a small key in it.
I recall what happened when I passed through time and space and returned to my second grade ...
That year, parents gave me a small key is to open the door, the door is made of wood, the key is made of copper, bronze rust has been thrown up.
That year, the world with light rain, I did not bring an umbrella, after school, I am a person shrinking in the corner of the school gate, wanted to wait for the rain stopped, but unfortunately the rain has been under.
"Chong!" I did not have the heart to wait for the rain to stop, with a bag blocked his head, risked raindrops ran home, on the road, the rain suddenly rustling underground, became a wave of heavy rain.
Right next to no shelter, rain wet my body and clothes.
Back to the house, only to find that their key disappeared, then I really is helpless. Had to sit on the threshold, waiting for my sister back to open the door to me.
Waits, etc., the wind in the doorway blows on my face, and I feel the cold, the rain on my hair drips down the ground, the rain in front of it hits the water on the ground and forms a circle.
I continue to wait, could not help but have a sneeze, it looks like a cold.
I started to hate my sister, why I have not come back so late.
"Why do not you open the door, sit?" The sister finally came back. "My key is lost." I am helpless.
She opened the door, I can finally have a warm haven.
A few days after that day, I have a cold, the beginning of the fever has been a little better.
Time can dilute everything, now I, do not hate anyone.
I remembered that the key was found in the classroom, in my drawer, and was held in a notebook. I understood that it was possible that some of my classmates had seen me missing so I kept it on my book so that I could Get back
Now I see it again, as though it opened the door to my heart, let me know not to hate people, know how to tolerate, and to know that there are good people in the world who are not picking up gold.
It inspires me and lets me also be a man who does not get lost.
I put this key to my memory of the memory of my childhood in the palms, palms, eyes closed, a promise ...
Then wipe that little bit of patina with a tissue, and the sunlight out of the window splashed in, as if on the key of my hand, as if to have it set in Phnom Penh, twinkling.
Key, you open the hearts of people, but also open the source of people's intelligence development, but also accompany their important material all year round, but also to protect people's property is not an important threat to property.
"Go to bed, I've been the key to the sea, you've done your job, and have been with me for decades," I said, gently dropping it back into the old notebook my website | useful link | great post to read | find more info | go to website | find out | anchor | discover this info here | find out this here