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If only I could go back some fifteen years, things would be much more different. That¡¯s exactly how I felt when I coincidentally encountered Rui Lee, my classmate and best friend fourteen years back in Butterfly Primary School. After all these years¡¯ disconnection, we did know each other about almost nothing. I even did not know how to continue our talk when sitting next to him on the bus. It makes me feel not belonged here and I¡¯m kind of sorry for all my negligence. Ten years elapsed since we were in sixth grade and that was when I last met him. Something from my childhood flooded my head ten years later. I couldn¡¯t help thinking of those years and imaging me as a naughty boy who likes to play with his friends in the wild and naturally forgets what he has been told by his grandma. Weird, isn¡¯t it? I have a good memory for things happened long ago. I can suddenly remember how I did feel when I got up one morning ten years ago. I can recall all the places we have been playing hide and seek in. I can even knew my thoughts back to that moment. But things changed so did people. I was brought up in a poor family, and my parents are both peasants. I had very few friends when I was a child and learned how to survive in those offensive abuses from kids raised in rich families. I was kind of more sensible than other kids in our village as I knew I had to. Those are just some unpleasant memories that I will never get rid of. Later I studied as hard as I could to send myself to high school, and then university, and now become the only one who is going to get a postgraduate degree in this small place. I could hardly imagine this to happen to me when I kept all my sufferings in silence those days. But fortunately it happened. Sometimes when I look into the past I would also feel so lucky and thankful for what I¡¯ve experienced in my childhood. If I hadn¡¯t been through all the difficulties I shall never know how to appreciate working hard to get something one needs. I know I¡¯m not the one who is always aiming at something but I do have found my own way to live a more colorful life. I know what I want and what the meaning of my life would be in the future. That¡¯s really important to me. Now I¡¯m working hard not just for a comfortable life but for the ¡°colors¡± I want. I always tell my parents that I¡¯m not going to be very rich and nor will I be powerful, but what I¡¯m going to be is a special person. I know what villagers have in mind about the college students. But to me, what they are interested in never seems so attractive. I¡¯ve made it easy for my parents to understand by telling them that I¡¯m going to be fine and doing something special. And that¡¯s exactly what I am thinking of. Back to my childhood again, I could also find some sweet memories. I remember the big lake I have swum in and the wild lotus smelled that nice. I remember the fishing Sunday on every weekend. I also remember bringing back home some shrimps and shell fish to keep in a big glass discarded by our neighbor. I used to love our family cat and feed her with raw fish. I had picnics in the wild sometimes with some of my best friends and we really cooked something like toasted corn then. Occasionally I would go hunting for hares or pheasants with some villagers. I really had a lot of fun. But what made me most excited was making snowman in winter. I loved snow when I was a kid and did never feel tired in the field chasing after snowflakes. That¡¯s all I can remember and I thank god that I was born so close to nature. I also thank my parents for their years of being tolerant with my willfulness. I can¡¯t believe I have written so much about my childhood life even though I won¡¯t be surprised by my own understanding to the past. But I feel really great after doing this. Diaries do help me go through a lot. And this time I guess I find my colorful childhood again. |
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