In this post, I also wanna ramble a bit about chicks. I have a fond memory when it comes to chicks. Whenever we visited my Dad's mother during my childhood, there were always lots of chickens and chicks near her house. Just like us, she used to live in a small alley. My brother was the one who had a way with animals. I was always too passionate so sometimes cats scratched me 'coz I squeezed them too tightly ('coz I thought they were SOOO SOOO CUTE!!!).
Anyway, one time the CUTE yellow chicks sauntered to my grandma's yard, so I asked my brother to pick one of them so that I could touch them. I knew I couldn't get them myself and I was SO sure he could get a hand of one of them 'coz he got that "magic gentle touch". He moved in such a way as not to disturb the chicks and voila! He caught one of them. WHOOPPPEEE!!! We were both SO ecstatic!!!
However, just as I was going to caress it, my grandma came out and told us to let it go. I guess she thought we would do something that could hurt the little chick. Sadly my brother did let it go. Sob sob sob...Well, what makes it such a fond memory is the fact that my brother still remembered the incident, even though we were still pretty young back then. We'd tell the story to my parents or his girlfriend or other people with a sentimental feeling. We were THAT close to caressing the chick and playing with it he he he he he...
