My First Blue Umbrella

I still remember an incident that happened when I was a eight years old. While me and my mother were out shopping at the city’s busiest shop district, suddenly the sky became gray and heavy rain begun falling down. As the pavements and the parked cars were washed by its tremendous volume, my mother quickly grabbed my hand and led me to a nearby shop to buy an umbrella. She let me pick my favorite color and in a matter of minutes we were out again under its safety zone, quickly walking to the nearest bus stop. Since that day, my favorite umbrella was that simple blue one my mother had purchased that September evening. Carrying it every time the weatherman predicted rainfall, my huge blue umbrella became soon a symbol of my presence in a room. Although it was rather View the rest of this article