Looking around a million eyes and beautiful smiles.
Feeling the cold metallic microphone in my tiny hands.
You could hear a falling needle as I delivered my first speech at age 10.

The speakers were blasting as we celebrated the festive season.
Feeling the sand underneath our feet, waves hitting our legs.
As we tasted the sweet candy on our hands.

As we smelled the pure scent of trees along the hiking trail.
Everyone sweating and holding onto the rough stones.
On the mountain top, the sight of the blue ocean beneath us was worth it.