#24

I smiled widely as I stood up and walked towards the little machine she is using to create a pot. I am really fascinated by how it moves in a circle slowly while a huge amount of clay of mud is placed in the middle, waiting to be molded by bare hands. I sat on the chair in front of the machine with excitement evident inside my chest. I looked at the young girl again and she nodded her head, waiting for me to try it myself. I slowly touched the clay mud as it moves in a circle.

“Oh, my goodness!” my heart almost jumped inside my chest when I felt the clay on my palms. It feels like a single-hand move would destroy the clay into pieces. That scares me a bit! It’s already a bit molded and I do not wish to destroy its form!

“No worries, Miss. Let me show you how to do it.”

The young girl sat beside me and then she held me in my hands and slowly guided it into the mud. She helped me mold the mud gently and it is working! I laughed a bit when I finally got a grasp of how it works. I b