20/2/21

I was a cry baby at primary school although I don’t quite remember. Dad told me I cried all the time. I remember learning how to write. I remember never writing in correct strokes with the word 門，still not. I know of the correct strokes but somehow I prefer my own.

Every day, I walked to school together with my neighbours, two boys. One day, they decided to ditch me so I was forced to walk to school on my own. Although I walked to school everyday with them, I should have known that way by heart but every street looked foreign. I managed to walk to school and home on my own and I was so proud of myself.