I remember when I was just five years old, and my mother took me back to the store. At that time, Mom had just opened a new storefront, which was the largest, most advanced bathing center in our county. It was as if this great change in my life had activated my young mind, and from then on, I seemed to be able to remember every detail of my life more clearly.

I work in the city. At that time, like me now, I didn't have much love for school. However, at a young age, I have the courage to face and challenge everything. I even dared to jump straight off a speeding motorcycle. Looking back at my five years old, nothing seemed to happen that particularly stood out to me.

Now that I've mentioned that period, let me share a little bit of my episode from that time. At that time, I went to kindergarten not far from our family's store, and I would eat there every day at noon and then take a nap. Mom usually just comes to pick me up at night. At that time, tomato and egg soup and rice at kindergarten were my favorite foods. When I look back, I was fascinated by them, even though I don't think of them anymore anymore.

Let's get to the point. I used to pretend to be asleep after lunch at kindergarten because then I could get a little card — an answer sheet that I learned when I was in junior high school. Every nap is a challenge for me. If I accidentally do fall asleep, I may miss the time to go to the toilet. Once I missed it, everyone went back to the classroom, and I would be stuck in an awkward dilemma: I needed to go to the toilet, but I couldn't. Hold on, hold until I can't hold it anymore. That's right, at that time, I was in my pants... Alas, laugh a little. This embarrassment was not once or twice, after the first time, I felt ashamed, but after many times, I gradually became accustomed to it. I think the teachers at that time might have thought that I was an unusual child.

I vividly remember the days when I was in kindergarten, and all the children affectionately called their teachers "Mommy". However, I couldn't accept this way of calling it, and even developed a strong antipathy to it. Perhaps I have had a natural suspicion and challenge of authority since I was a child, and I am reluctant to easily transfer respect and intimacy to others. I stuck to my point of view and I never addressed any teacher as "Mommy".

The days of kindergarten passed quickly, and I left the place where I had never fully adapted to it. However, whenever I recall those days, I can clearly see the picture of my mother picking me up at the entrance of the kindergarten. That picture, clear and profound in my memory, is like a scene in front of the camera, which can be zoomed in at any time and played back at any time. I stood at the entrance of the kindergarten, anxiously waiting for my mother to appear, and every time she appeared in my sight, I felt extremely relieved and happy.

There are still some small but vivid memories in my mind, such as one of my classmates who was very fond of eating instant noodles in seasoning packets, and he even had a nosebleed after eating it. It was a vivid picture, and even now I can vividly recall the look on his face as he squeezed out the last bit of spice and then looked satisfied. At that time, we were simple and innocent, and those seemingly insignificant things have become precious fragments of my childhood memories now. Every memory is like stepping into a happy and carefree journey, and those memories make me laugh and make me feel emotional. I write about this experience in the hope that you will see that I was an imperfect child with courage and fearlessness. And that kid is who I am now. It's a little awkward and unique, but it's all about the process that shaped me into who I am.