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Old Memories I put your red sweater under your flannel shirt. The red peerless is warmer than the gray one so wear it when the temperature gets low. Inside the obscure plastic bag is some medicine. These are for cold and flu. Take them when you dont sense well. If you start coughing, take those green capsules plus one of these yellow antibiotics. Remember, provided one. They are really strong. Dont take those white tablets during the day because they make you smell bulge drowsy. But if you . . . mamma, I know, I know, I said impatiently. It was August 2000, a few days before I left home for college. Mom tried to blackmail everything that I might need into the boxes she took from Safeway. I watched her displace things in, taking them out, and then putting them back again to make sure that things stacked on one a nonher as perfectly as the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Finally she was convinced that no one could squeeze even one more molecule into any of the boxes, and she looked satisfied. My things stuck out of the poll like the stomach of a three-hundred pound beer drinker. The picture of things jumping out like Jack in the box when I opened the boxes ran through with(predicate) my mind quickly like a five-second cartoon. I am not going to take those with me, I thought. In my mind, I was thinking astir(predicate) how those people in the PBS travel programs always fascinated me. I often imagined myself traveling in different countries with a single haversack hanging on my back that showed so much carefree vacuous and mature independence. I could sleep in a park or in a subway station because a true traveller could feel at home anywhere. The idea of carrying some awkward luggage simply did not appeal to me. I also thought she upturned too much. After all, I was eighteen years old and already graduated from high school. I had learned many things from books and I knew how to gage with different people. Her you-are-still-a-little-girl ton e sometimes irritated me, and her doubt of my ability make me more eager to prove myself. Therefore with much confidence I left, like a young bird flying from the nest, without even looking back at its aging parents.