“Playing house” is a standard girl's play and I would also do it, yet I didn't cheerfully enjoy it but really loved much more some strange house-making or exploring into fusty ruins of air-raid shelters I played with my brother and his friends in the neighborhood. It looked like, if I remember right, the role of the play was always set smoothly for some reason whatever group I played with, a wonder as it is. One day participants in the play were all senior children I met for the first time. It was when I was left to my uncle's some way from my house. Naturally I was given the role of a child of the family. The child playing the part of mother puts some grass seeds like rice and leaves in the small bowls for its use and says with grown-up words, “Now, eat a lot! ”. When she finds my stomach full, she forces me to take a nap. It was a windy immature spring day when the sunshine has just begun to get brighter and stronger. Lying on a straw mat with my head on her lap I close my eyes. ( for I'm scolded unless I pretend to be sleeping.) Sometimes I open my eyes slightly to find the clouds blown off with the wind casting the shadow successively. The moment a tiny world gets dark, it's filled with glaring sunlight again. Feeling the warmth of her lap Ｉ thought I might have the same feelings in different ways some time again. When it's windy and moving clouds throw the shadow on the earth, it reminds me of my old days.