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Life offers a lot; it constantly engages our senses every day and throws whatever it can at us. It can feel like we have to move through life like this one long race. To live quickly as we go from day to day. Which is why it is important to remember that sometimes we just need to live in the moment.
A few days prior, it felt like I couldn’t take a second to rest. Every moment, it seemed, were filled with chaos and things that needed to get done. So I decided to use this day to rest and re-charge. Then, I was assigned to use and describe my senses of eating a mint. I took several moments to figure out how to write and explain my entire experience. After a while though, and many mints, it came to me.
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I picked up the case of mints, it was small enough to fit in
my palm quite comfortability. I had just picked it up on the counter, so it was
cold like the kitchen it was in. I raddled the case and the mints inside were pushed
back and forth. It created the occasional pressure as it hit my fingers and palm.
The front half of the case was clear, so I was able to see how shiny the thick, oval mints were. Blue dots were sprinkled on the tops of them as a blue band went around the middle. I opened the cap and put one mint in my palm. The bottom was smooth to the touch while the top had some texture because of the dots that were sticking up. I felt around the band and it was rough, like a softer version of sandpaper.
Then I put it in my mouth. These mints were hard, so it moved quite smoothly. At once, the flavor seeped out. It was clean and sharp as it chilled my tongue and throat. Then I crunched it between my teeth. It was tough at first but then the flavor exploded. The inside of the bigger bits was crunchier and ragged as it moved.
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It gave me an old memory, one that I haven’t thought about in years. I was little when my grandmother came over. She always had a bag filled with trinkets and sweets. So whenever she sat down on the couch and put her bag down beside her, I would do my best to climb up next to her and that bag. She’d let me paw through her things, and after a while I would find some sweets.
This time, I
didn’t, and to my little five-year-old mind, it was the end of the world (sorry
grandma). I was so distraught and probably in need of a nap as she put me in her lap
and began rocking me back and forth. I started to calm down but the need to be
entertained still kept me in a fussy state.
She then began to ruffle through her bag and brought out a
blue case filled with mints. To me it was the most interesting thing in the
world. It was chewy mints I think, I wasn’t allowed to eat it but she let me
analyze its color, shape, and case. The color was a bright and see-through blue. The cylinder shape resembled that of a caterpillar with its sides curving out and in on itself. I shook it back and forth, also entertained
by the way it sounded. Because of this exercise, it gave me back the lovely memory
I had forgotten.









