Mother noticed the calendar above the bedside cupboard. There was a picture in the calendar: a little woman is taking a fat boy in her arms, and the little boy is preparing for setting a couple of pigeon free. â€œOh. Today is international childrenâ€™s day!â€? my mother understood at once. â€œAll right. Therefore, you ought to let me become a pigeon and can fly independently and freely! At least today.â€? I turned and make one step to run back with the little football.
â€œSlowly!â€? Mother passes me two apples and two eggs. â€œSlowly!â€?
â€œFaster. Faster!â€? I responded very joyfully. â€œToday activity is very rich.â€?
â€œPay attention to traffic safety,â€? said mother.
â€œI never am killed by a big bus,â€? I answered. â€œHow silly you are! You will never go home if you are killed. And the consequence would be more dangerous if you were badly hurt but not to die,â€? mother said anxiously. â€œWho can support you if paralyzed from eight to eighty?â€?
â€œBus Company. Bus Company. And if get out of controlâ€¦â€? I paused and showed my white wristband of white shirt. There were some clear ink words in it: No.24 lane123. Yean Road Shanghai.PRC.
â€œOh! My God! Why do you scrawl in ink,â€? My mother cried sharply. â€œOn the white shirt!â€?
â€œSee you again,â€? I pushed the door open and flew downstairs.
A few little friends waited for me in the lane. They are: ChengKangliangâ€¦Yebenâ€¦Jiangweiyuanâ€¦ wangxinhuaâ€¦Yeling xiang and zhouxinyiâ€¦at first, we played hide-and-seek, rolling iron hoop, jumping ropeâ€¦But soon I felt very much bored. So, I dragged a heavy plank and two backless benches out of our drawing room. And structured a simplest ping-pong ball table. Rapidly.
My nature is very urgent and very imperative. In playing ping-pong, I love to overpower smashes but not good at-