My Own Amusement Park

“Hold it tight!” My father started driving the cultivator fast and I started feeling the fresh chilly air. Even though my rear end was getting sore, it was very thrilling, especially when we passed through a stream nearby. This is where I was born in, countryside of Jeju Island. Whenever fall came around, my parents and my grandmother prepared to harvest white radishes. They repaired the bamboo blinds, the radish cutters and the handcarts. Before I entered the kindergarten, my joyful playgrounds were my parent’s white radish farm and a storehouse. I had an unforgettable time with a cart racing, a safari and radish riding there.

Cart racing was my first game I did everyday on the farm with my sister. There were steps to prepare the game. First, when my family arrived at the farm, my sister and I hopped off the cultivator and ran toward the place where we were yesterday. We could find it easily because it became bold-headed. Then, we started to pull out white radishes. Sometimes we broke some radishes because we hurried up, but it was not a big deal to us even if my father saw the moment. We shouted to call each other when we found an odd white radish which looked like a monster with three legs or a human face to giggle. In that case, it was appalling to put them in the cart, so we used to save and hide them near the cultivator to bring them home. When the cart was almost full, we were ready to do the game. My sister was as big as me, so we usually did rock-paper-scissors to decide who will pull the cart. It was also fun, even though I lose it because I didn’t have to look up; all I just had to do was run. Being the puller was even more difficult. Puller had to drive on the right way and avoid the big rocks in the middle of the du...

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...om the roof. I was able to be alive even though I jumped down from there! Isn't it amazing? Therefore, my sister and I were addicted to doing it. We did it just before our backs hurt or we were detected eventually. I was proud of myself because I thought I was the only one who could do it in my hometown.

Yesterday I ate seasoned dried radish slides at lunch and it reminded me my childhood in the radish farm and storehouse. The radish farm didn’t only make our family rich, but also happy. I guess my parents and my grandma were proud of me and my sister because we didn’t complain much to go to work. Actually, most of the day I didn’t think going to the radish farm was a boring or tiring thing, but a daily routine which is full of excitement. I loved the games with radishes and the scary moment watching the moving radish-cutter. It was my own amusement park for free!