please correct this and tell me what you think.
i'm trying to expose some of me and who i am.
here it is:
I lived in Europe for a while. It was in the suburban area of Holland the Netherlands. I was young then and my memories from that time are now vivid. To me, those memories are like a mosaic puzzle. I can't particularly pin point the story of every little piece, but the general big picture is there. Luckily, photographs exist, and each of those photos is a piece of the puzzle and a clue to my nostalgic mystery that's been covered up exceptionally well by time.
For some reason, this one photo reminded me of a certain event. It was a picture of me running on a snow covered road. I had wore red shoes, red pants, a big red hat, and an oversized brown sweater. It had been a very cold winter that year. So cold that the rivers froze thick enough to skate on. So on one of the cold winter days, my parents took me skating on the river. The picture was of me on my way there. I remember my parents putting on white skates, and putting me on a platform. They skated around while dragging the platform. It was such a fun time, and I remember not wanting to leave when the day started to get dark.
Perhaps this is nothing special to some people, but to me, it's worth more than gold. Every memory of Holland that I can find is precious. Someday, I will revisit Holland, and perhaps more memories will find its way back to me. For now, I will have to rely on the pictures. Even though I wasn't born there, Holland, to me, is my hometown, and some of the best days of my youth were spent there.