Rijul+Asri's+Memoir

__Memoir Draft 1: __ __I Know Where the Lost Bird Lives __  Six. It was a cool, sunny day, the ones that occur when spring begins to move its hand from over us, but summer does not embrace us yet. My godmother, Hertha, and I went to the clubhouse to pick up the pool passes for my community pool. I was so excited in the car (what kid isn’t when he is one step closer to the pool?). She parked her car and we went towards the door of the clubhouse. On it was a sign which the manager put up to say she was not there. We decided to come back later. We turned to the car and behind a well-trimmed bush we saw a white mass.   We looked behind the bush and saw a stunning white bird. Quite exotic, it had smooth white feathers covering its medium sized body. It had a crown of yellow feathers, which also appeared on its tail. We wondered what such an exotic bird was doing in the middle of the kingdom of sparrows and blue jays (This reminds me of “The Scarlet Ibis”, except no one dies). Hertha then suggested that we catch the bird.   This suggestion is what scared me. When one is at this age, they fear what they don’t know. For me it was worse, because I even feared what I knew. I asked her how we will catch the bird. She thought about it for a moment and went to her trunk. I stood, staring at the bird, more from fear of the bird than from the need to make sure it does not escape.  She looked through her items and pulled out some large Foodtown® paper shopping bags. She told me that she will catch it in the bags and we will take it home. She chased after him as I watched. She would be so close, yet it would run away every time. But, oddly enough, it never flew away. Eventually, she caught it and trapped it in two of the bags. We punched a few holes in the bag and put it in the trunk. We drove back to my house.  My parents were at work, so the house was empty. We took the bird through the fence into the backyard. We took a milk crate and inverted it on a table. We quickly released the bird into its makeshift cage, where it stood calm. I looked a little confused, but seemed okay. I went toward the large pine tree, which was home to my little birdfeeder, and took some of the seeds to feed to the bird. We also went into the house and got some water, and put some in the temporary cage. We cared for it for the majority of the day. I really became attached to the bird, and I did not want to become separated from the bird.   After the day nearly expired, we heard a knock on our door. It was a woman. She said that she was going door to door asking if anyone has seen her bird. She described it, and we immediately recognized the description as that of the exotic bird we found. We told her we had the bird, and we took her to the back. She was so happy that we found it. We told her the story of how we found it, and she thanked us again. She introduced herself and told us the name of the bird. We talked for a little bit, and then she thanked us once again and left with the bird. We cleaned up the table and put the milk carton away.  I was sad that the bird was gone, but I knew that I shouldn’t take what doesn’t belong to me.