The poignant memory of my childhood is really a kind of heavy topic for me. Actually, in the period of going to elementary school, I had to face the same challenge everyday.

Every time on the way to school, I would be the most powerful prophet of myself, because I knew that they would do the same things repeatedly to me with different ways just for fun, like kicking, hitting, using verbal attack to me, etc. What could I do? I could do nothing to save myself.

And one thing I can remember until now is that day. I cannot remember the weather that day but still know the same things were done on my body, just like what they usually did.

“Come here! you stupid piggy.”

Those one who always made fun of me firstly provoked me, and when I wanted to hit back, a tall strong boy locked my arms suddenly from my back with my face exposing to others without any defense. Then they hit heavily for several times on my face.

I could not remember anything except the scare which occupied my heart. The wind made by the flying fists was shrill, and the mocking eyesight from all directions creating noisy disturbance. I could only be controlled to suffer that strong fist once and once again, until I felt something hard fell off in my mouth – one of my teeth fell off with blood and tears flowing out of my mouth and eyes.

But anyway it has gone far away, although these terrible things had changed my personality in some extent, now I do not need any sympathy from anybody, and I just want to show that I can face these reminiscences of that poignant childhood, and share it with you, talking to that pusillanimous boy that you deserved a better life, like any others.