My funny memories

I still have vivid memories of what my mom told me. I was born without breath. This was a serious emergency for my family, especially my grandma. She liked boys more than girls. This was an old traditional thought of Chinese.
The doctor was lame; he ran as soon as possible for taking me to have an oxygen mask. But also, he grabbed my feet, turning me upside down. What would he do for me next? He patted my bottom hard till I cried out loud. “Welcome to this world, boy！” The doctor said with deeply breathing. Thanks God that I was alive.

All in all, my anxious grandma finally was allowed to see me. The first thing she told my mom was “ how is the baby? Is he ok?” My grandma looked attentively at me for a long time. She was curious why I had dark skin. She looked at me and said,” this baby has dark skin as soy” That’s right! That’s what my grandma said to me at first sight.

When I was a little boy, about 4 years old. One day, when my cousin who was a girl was old enough to go to kindergarten. I cried for telling my parents and grandma that I would like to go to kindergarten with her. Of course, my parents gave up for my noisy crying. Soon, I made many friends there; even I was only 4 years old. Even now, I still remember what I told to those friends in kindergarten. Every time, when school bus came to pick me up to kindergarten, I would sit comfortably and get ready to tell a story to everybody. No doubt for it, I told them about the original of my dark skin that my grandma said “ the dark skin as soy.” It sounded like a legend for everybody. Some were thinking with doubtful face. Some were laughing for my exaggerative story. How childlike we were.

Another exciting thing that happened in school bus. I always remember it. One day, I took Chinese traditional breakfast “steamed rice balls” with me. I remember that I had a fight with a boy who made me angry. Suddenly, the only weapon for me in bus was my breakfast. I grabbed few rice on my right hand. Boom, his nose was stuffed up with rice. Ouch! The teacher was very angry, pulling my ears. Finally, the bus was covered with two boys crying. What a naughty boy I was that time. It was funny, wasn’t it?