The basketball hoops in the compound were finally installed, and the basketball nets were also installed.

The children frolicked on the flat basketball court and played the "catch game" in kindergarten or school. One is responsible for playing the role of catching, and the rest of the party playing the escape, and the one who escapes can still pause the "wood" and stand in place, waiting for the rescue of the fleeing party. The boys gradually became acquainted, and the unit compound was familiar with their respective family backgrounds, which was different from other communities.

Just when I was playing the role of grabbing, because the speed was too fast, I accidentally pushed a little friend down directly after suddenly "wooden". My friend's name is Assi, he lives in the same building as me 301, and he has an older brother and sister.

Asi's palms were worn out from being pushed down to support the place. I tried to lift him up, but he just stood up and pushed me down. With a somewhat painful tone, he said to me in a trembling voice, "How is it? Do you want to fight?"

"I didn't mean to, I was too fast to brake the car!" I replied apologetically.

Then he began to roar at me in foul language, "You two milkies (born to the second mother), you have a mother but no father, your mother is so fat, your father is so old, and he won't live long!

The friends around them also pointed after hearing this, but they may not know what it means at the time, and they heard it from their family. I am like a scar being exposed in front of everyone, no matter how I cover it, I can't hide the fact that this is the most naked. They were able to see me and my parents going out a lot.

I didn't know how to get home, so I came back very early in a sullen mood.

But I distinctly remember that it was the first time in my life that I had insomnia. It turns out that the world of children can also be discriminatory, and the world of adults is mixed with strange eyes to look at a person born in such an environment. Ironically, their parents would greet my parents, sometimes with some deliberate flattery, because my father was one of the first people to come out as a coach, and he was a teacher.

In this way, I matured earlier than ordinary children, and I knew how to endure everywhere, silently bearing all the indifference and ridicule behind my back. No matter how well I played my friends a moment ago, after I left, someone told my new partner about my background, not because I was suspicious, but because I really heard it, and I felt the complicated gaze looking at me.

Am I some kind of beast of the Flood?

Sensible children are always well-behaved and distressing. Sensible children tend to care a lot about the feelings of others. Making others feel comfortable is the only way they can please the outside world.

For example, I have been observant since I was a child. At the right time, always do only the right thing, suppress your desires, and conform to the ideas of adults.

But only we know that behind empathy is inferiority, fear that others will not be happy, and forbearance again and again, so we become cautious and dare not mention our own requirements, for fear that others will be unhappy if they say more.

Sensibility is a poison, and once that impression is formed, it kidnaps you to stick to it. Because as long as a bear child does a heart-warming thing, it will be praised.

And a sensible child who does something out of the ordinary will disappoint his parents and give up all his efforts. So sometimes you have to persevere to the end with the aura of "sensible" and continue to endure.

Yes, when I snatch toys from my nephew, I have to let him, compared to children of the same age, my mind is delicate and soft, and I am cautious and careful.

But at an age when he should be innocent and carefree, he is a young man and a cautious man.

Sensible children have maturity and stability that they should not have at this age, and the price is often at the expense of willful rights and naïve innocence.

Before I knew it, I had become such a person.

As my partner moved away, time passed slowly, and I went to elementary school. The results of the preschool class were not satisfactory, the original school did not plan to keep me in school, and on the other hand, I was not the child of its staff and did not qualify.

So I entered a new public school and was in the first grade, and I was a primary school student in class one (3).

When I came to an unfamiliar environment, other students were not familiar with my life experience, and gradually became familiar with a few classmates who were studying on the way. But they knew that my mother often picked me up and sometimes gave me pocket money to buy something to eat. I also flatteringly invite my classmates to snacks, and in the class, I personally feel that my popularity is quite high.

When I tried to use snacks and small toys to get closer to my classmates, my desire for money was also confused. Since I was sensible, I was about 5-6 years old, and the red envelopes I received during the Spring Festival every year were less than 1,000 yuan, and my father made up enough 1,000 yuan for me. In the 90s, 1,000 yuan was a lot, but before that, my mother would cheat me out of my red envelope money by playing poker. Later, the second sister took me to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China to open my own money fold and deposit the red envelope money.

Usually I don't have money to spend, I will ask my father directly for money, and there will always be less than 5 yuan. But when I ask my mother, I always say that you often have to buy this and that, and although I am sensible and pleasing to everyone, I may have rebelled against my parents when I was in the first grade. I feel that I came into this world superfluously and will only be ridiculed by others. So, I took 100 yuan in my mother's handbag and went with my friends to buy toys and snacks. The fourth set of RMB, a hundred yuan bill, should be enough for four people to spend. I remember when I took 100 yuan to buy something for one or two yuan, the aunt at the commissary deliberately distinguished the authenticity and asked me if the money was not stolen, right?

My mother washes my clothes every day, and it is definitely not appropriate to hide money in my school uniform, nor in my school bag, and my mother sometimes packs my school bag for me. Later, I found a place to hide, there is a big vase at the corner of the 3rd to 4th floors, at that time there was no community attendant to do sanitation every day, I hid the money behind the vase, only I know a small partner, and some of the money is missing, but he does not admit it, I have no choice, if it is a passing person to take it, it will definitely not take only a part.

Finally, in the process of pleasing the little friends in the compound, he was exposed by the little friends. When I returned home, an education was indispensable, which stimulated my rebellious spirit even more. I stole my pocket money 4 times in succession, and each time I stole less and less face value, and on the 4th time, I wrote a guarantee and made a review before I no longer wanted to steal money from my family. Maybe that's it, the reputation of the loser spreads, and when I go to someone else's house and don't see something, I always think that I stole it, and I will write a chapter in detail later.

Maybe I'm a person with poor self-control, I don't know how to recognize what is wrong, and I'm always stubborn and unrepentant, which leads to my situation today, and my family is about to fall apart. What I want to say to my friends who read this book is that it is necessary to develop good habits from an early age, maintain a certain awe of unknown affairs, and not look like a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and is not afraid of heaven and earth.

In addition, I want to warn friends who are about to become parents or have children to educate their children to cultivate a correct view of consumption, which is either wrong or scolded. My aunt's uncle taught the children what to buy, they must earn pocket money through housework, although I was very unkind to burn the fireworks he bought with pocket money from washing dishes and mopping the floor, but after nearly 20 years, I still remember that the fireworks were bought by my cousin through labor.