a memory

The other day I was reliving a memory.
I was around 7 and the family was exploring SF Chinatown. I can remember my father constantly saying to not touch anything so I was standing there hands behind my back looking at a display of fans.

I remember an elderly lady coming up to me and very gently asking me if I wanted to know the proper way to open and close one of them. She lightly place the tip of her finger on the top and with the thumb of her other hand she slid it open.

I still love fans.