Whose youth is okay?

(1) Dreams rise in the clouds

I don’t know how you spent your childhood. I grew up with a group of children in a family home, and I don’t have many special memories. , only a faint recollection; I don’t know when your adolescence started and when it ended. My youth was not thrilling, only as shallow as water. I'm 24 this year, and tomorrow is my birthday. I just want to record the memories that I still can't let go of--that's all.

I was born one day in February 1994. In my mother’s words, I am the person she loves most in the world. In her eyes, I am already the most beautiful girl. Indeed, I was born very white, without any dirty things, and I looked as lovely as if I had just taken a shower; my little ears could be seen from one end to the other, and the blood streaks were clearly visible. However, I am a fat baby, weighing a full 9 pounds. Wrapped in a quilt, I weighed over 10 pounds! The nurse who delivered the baby said that I was the heaviest baby girl she had ever seen in her medical career. Because I was too big, I later heard from my father that I was "clamped" when I was born. Fortunately, my head was not deformed and was still so round. What has always frightened my parents is that I didn’t cry after I was born. I looked at the room full of people with a smile, and the flesh on my face dropped little by little. It was the doctor who slapped my little butt hard that made me cry. They thought I was a baby. Mute (does this also mean that I am a girl who doesn't like to cry). When I was still in my mother's womb, my mother found out that the fetus was not in the right position during a prenatal check-up. Fortunately, she found out about a doctor in a certain hospital who knew Qigong. It took many twists and turns for my parents to find him. This uncle "touched" my mother's belly a few times with a posture comparable to Tai Chi and Baguazhang, and I successfully fell over. Thanks to him, my mother avoided the pain of caesarean section and gave me an opportunity to "train". It is said that children who successfully pass through the birth canal are always brave. I heard that a few years later, this doctor was first transferred to Beijing and then went abroad without any news. It was a pity.

When I was a child, I could be described as a devil in the world. I hung around boys every day and didn’t care about the things that ordinary girls liked. The friend I have known the longest is w (let’s use the abbreviation instead). It is said that his mother often stayed with my mother before we were born, so we can be regarded as childhood friends. He is very well-behaved, and his biggest characteristic is that he loves to drink milk. He is called the Milk General by his mother. His good skin has always made me envious. The second characteristic is to let me. We have known each other for such a long time, but we have never blushed or argued with each other. This was an extremely rare phenomenon in my childhood. Maybe this person has an unusually good temper. Before we were 12 years old, we all celebrated our birthdays together. He was a month younger than me, but he always celebrated it with me on the first month of the year. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, my parents’ workplace would always set off a lot of beautiful fireworks. Every time W and I would abandon the food and run outside the hotel with drinks to watch the fleeting splendor in the sky. Because my family was busy with work, we went to the nursery very early. We were the youngest in the class, and some "bad boys" bullied us, grabbing my snacks and throwing his little schoolbag. Finally one day, we could no longer bear it and rose up to resist. I forget the specific scene, but I just remember that I seemed to have pushed a certain boy to the corner of the flower bed. I don’t know if he was a poor person or something, but he was cut open on the left side of his face by a sharp corner. He burst into tears instantly, as if the whole world owed him, and ran to the teacher to complain. And W also ended his "uprising", with an extraordinary record, and two of them were beaten to tears. After school, as expected, the boy I injured came to us with his mother. His mother was quite reasonable and said, "Haha, they are all children, and they are bound to get bruised when they are playing around. Besides, we are still boys, so it's okay." Just when I thought the matter was over, the aunt added, "However, if my son gets scars on his face in the future, I can ask this little girl to be my daughter-in-law~haha", I was stunned. Looking at her, I didn't understand what she meant. At this time, my mother said, "This can't be done, my daughter will have to marry w~".

When he was young, his health was not very good. When he started crying, even the gods couldn't stop him. When he cried hard, he started to have difficulty breathing. We were all afraid of what would happen to him, so we didn’t “provoke” him. His mother is not like us. Sometimes when she gets really angry, she will hit and scold her. At this time, L will take advantage of his "advantage" and burst into tears, and his mother will have nothing to do with him. Just like that, he runs away. He was beaten and scolded many times, for which we children were very envious. When he was about 7 years old, his mother bought a treadmill for fitness purposes. I went to work the next day. Unexpectedly, he was alone at home. He turned on the switch and started playing. Maybe he got tired of playing and forgot to turn off the power, so he lay down and played on the ground. Someone who wasn't paying attention actually put his hand into the edge of the treadmill, and his hand was instantly trapped inside. He burst into tears at a loss. Fortunately, his mother came home from get off work. I quickly turned off the power and carefully helped him take out his hand. When his right hand came out, his bones were half exposed, which was scary. His mother sprinted a hundred meters and carried him downstairs and took him to the hospital. Because of this, he stayed at home for 2 months. It is said that when he went there, the doctor said that if it were any later, his hand would be exhausted. My mother was so scared that she educated me on the situation for a long time. Now, L still has a big scar on his right hand. His mother said that this incident has used up all his bad luck and everything will go smoothly in the future. I don't know if what his mother said is right, but he did go well after that, and nothing big bad happened.