Embroidery

Sometimes I remember things for no particular reason. And what I mean by that is I'll be sitting there, doing something, and then, out of nowhere, a memory comes to mind. 

Today I just can't stop thinking about this moment from my first year of school. I remember I signed up for the drawing club after school, which took place in the art room on the ground floor of the school. There weren't many people there so we all sat at the back of the classroom, facing each other around a couple if desks, which were pushed together. At the front of the classroom, however, there was another club. It was embroidery and the lady in charge of it was your typical Russian "babooska". I came to see what they were doing out of curiosity and decided to do embroidery instead of drawing. I remember the babooska told us stories about god and Jesus and Adam and Eve and the bible... For instance, I can clearly recall the moment when I was busy trying to put a piece of thread through the needle and she was telling us a story about the Babylon tower. But the memory that came to me today wasn't related to her, but another girl at the embroidery club. I have a bad memory for faces, but I know for sure that the girl was blond and had straight hair. Her name was Liza and she was in 7th Grade. I think she also had an older sister in 9th Grade. I just remember Liza sitting in front of me, asking me how school was going and whether I was enjoying it. She must be in her twenties now.