I can still recall it quite vividly in my mind.
That took place way back in the past.
When I was an 8 years old boy.
I went to elementary school, I was a dreamy boy, I suppose.
I liked to keep kicking a chosen tiny stone on the way home.
Sometimes I could keep kicking it from school to my home.
Sometimes I lose it on the way home.
I don’t remember why I did that.
But I felt a kind of fortune, when I could keep it.
When I could keep kicking it, I thought I could speak a girl.
When I could keep kicking it, I thought I could get a candy.
When I could keep kicking it, I thought I could run faster than classmates.
One day, I heard my grandmother would have a difficult operation.
My mother said that the operation is too hard for her.
I was very shocked.
The day before her operation,
I thought if I was succeed in keeping a stone from school to my home, the operation would go well.
I hoped and prayed from the bottom of my heart.
However, the stone fell down to the creek.
I was disappointed.
I was sure that my grandmother’s operation would fail.
After I came back home,
I could not sleep at all. I could not eat at all.
I felt strong guilty all through the night.
The morning of the next day came.
I have no energy to kick a stone on the way home.
However, my problem was solved suddenly.
When I came home, I heard my grandmother’s operation was successful.
I jumped with joy.
And I really wanted to tell someone my happiness and relief.
I felt freedom perfectly from all things.
I stopped kicking a stone and I have never kicked it since that day.
My stone turned into a piece of my life.
I began to walk my life on my own foot.
（Ｃ）ｇｒｅｅｎｅｙｅｓ 22/08/2013