I remember our rice field
where I spent most of my childhood time with my brothers.
The place where I saw the lizard for the first time
when we started to hunt them around the rice field along the hills.
I remember when our neighbour shouted: Hey!
Did you guys get one? I would like to eat.
Yes we have got two. You can get one, my
brother said. I heard them
The lizard smelled good when we grilled it.
My brother said: Kids do not eat lizards.
I was about to cry, so he gave me a piece
of the meat. I smiled and ate it.
Yummy…it tasted so good, I said.
This is your last and first, but I said:
I know you are kidding.
That was the first time I touched the scared
skin of the lizard which no other kids
would be brave enough to touch because its
skin looks like the skin of a snake.