National Adult Literacy Database

July 21, 2003

This week, we have a story written by Linda Ceil Harper, from Langley, BC. Linda is 27 years old and in search of a soul mate. She knows that already there have been a lot of harrowing experiences in her life, yet things work out in the end. She has a goal to publish a journal around her life in Langley. It is both the enjoyment of writing, and also a desire to re-enter post-secondary education that motivated her decision to upgrade. Linda's interests are very attached to the arts, such as printmaking, silk screening, and also recyclable art projects.

Being three

by Linda Ceil Harper

The sun is shining. People gather just about everywhere. There are sounds you hear that are more than birds and the humming of bees. I see all the emotions of the rainbow and your children frolicking in the light flowing breeze. All that I take in reminds me of it felt like to be only three, but we all know that we have to get back into the swing of it felt like to be only three, but we all know that we have to get back into the swing of it means to be an adult-the errands, the chores like ironing and dinner dishes. On every spring day you'll be reminded it was like when you were only three. The time lapses in swiftness in the gentle blowing breeze that you will bring back in line to when you were only three, but then you jump back into your late twenties in 2003.

You often wonder made three such a special ages. Maybe it was the snowman you built your father or maybe it was the long days at the beach on a sunny day or even better yet, the ice cream covering your face when you were that special age of three. Was it the time you spend amongst friends or hugging your family? Maybe it was the time you did your first somersault. ever it was it you were thinking when you put ketchup on your peanut butter sandwich, or held the wings of a dying dragonfly ore when you thought you could dig yourself to China.

Oh the memories that still sit in some quiet place secretly in your adult mind. is it yet that made three be so special? Maybe it was the first kiss you stole from a boy or the way you made the children laugh when milk spurted out your nose. was it that made three so special? Was it that swing that hung in the neighbor's yard dancing to the pushed wind? Was it the cookies that grandmother baked that were always taken out around three?

Really, I don't, for the life of me, understand the great significance of being three was about. ever it was about being three that made it so special, it was turned to enthusiasm when your birthday came and you became four years old. Yet, you really know you became 27 yesterday.