I here love my straw hat. But one day noon, I was standing on parliament hill, The wind was blowing so dang strong, it blew right off my head! I started chasing after it, through the cat pen house on the hill, through the forests sloped the hill to the Ottawa river, till it landed in the river.
I jumped in after it, forgetting I didn't know how to swim.
I climbed on Alexander Bridge and started watching my straw hat, which was floating on it to east direction, soon after it was disappearing from my eye sights. I was overlooking the river under the bridge and realized what it means “water under the bridge.”
Yeah, my memory is like water under the bridge too. 😍
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