Back to my childhood-something I never dared to try again.
When I was a child, I was really fearless and dared to do many things I had never tried. For example, fighting, herding cattle, riding a bike, swimming in a stream, swinging, and running away from home. ...
[fighting]
In the village, the promotion of sovereignty is achieved through struggle. For example, who should listen to whom and who has the final say in this land depends on "strength".
I am also happy to participate in it, always fighting for sovereignty with my small body, but I have never won except bullying my brother who is eight years younger than me.
People in a small village are divided into three groups and four groups, that is, they are actually divided in the middle of the village. There are three groups on the left and four groups on the right. People in a group are always close, but as children, we care about three groups and four groups, and run around the village after dinner.
Once I ran to the fourth group to climb an orange tree, which was not as big as any tree in my orange forest, but I just wanted to climb because Yang in the fourth group stopped me with her hands akimbo.
"This is my grandpa's tree. You are not allowed to climb. "
"I'm going to climb!"
"no!"
"I want it!"
I tried to climb up, and she tried to drag down, so we both rolled to the ground and started fighting. I started being beaten instead of fighting.
She pressed me to the ground and grabbed my neck, and her whole face was red with anger.
"Are you still climbing the mountain? Still climbing? " She said angrily.
"I! Just! Yes! Climb! " I firmly said word by word, and began to scratch her face and dig her hand to fight back, but why is her strength so great? I am always pressed to the ground and never turn over. Obviously, she is only less than four months older than me.
"The form is not good! I can't win. " I thought to myself, so I began to cry, and the more I cried, the louder I cried.
When she saw me crying, she had to let go and said, "I told you not to climb." You have to climb up. Now you know you are wrong! " "
I didn't admit my mistake and walked home with a black face. She won the battle for sovereignty.
Every time I came home from a fight, I was not only beaten and cried, but also scolded and cried once when I came home.
"Cry, have nothing to cry about? It's useless! " My mother always said that. Give me a hug? Coax? It doesn't exist.
But why do I have to go to my grandparents' house to find someone to stop the fight every time she fights with her father? Even if it's ten minutes in the middle of the night, even if it's ice and snow, even if I'm asleep and suddenly awakened by the noise of slapstick, even if I'm wearing thin clothes, I'll get up crying and call my grandparents to stop slapstick.
I tried to persuade her every time, called her every time, woke up repeatedly, and then cried and ran to find my grandparents. Why the same fight? No matter how hard I fight with the children in the village, I won't be as scared and sad as seeing my parents fight.
I didn't know why at the time. I only know that when I am sensible, I will never fight again, and I am even more afraid of seeing others fight. This is something I dare not try again.
[by bike]
How happy it is to watch others ride bicycles! That is the only bike in our village.
After dinner, I walked around the cyclists. He rides well, as if he knew how to ride. He rode his bicycle round and round on the muddy road, and the gears of his bicycle pressed out narrow and uneven stripes on the ground, which was the coolest stripe I had ever seen.
"Can I ride?" I still can't help asking.
"Of course, I will teach you."
So I started riding for the first time in my life. Why is it so difficult to ride? Why can't I sit still? Why can't I step on it? What, when I step on it, people fall down?
At first, it was really difficult to ride a bike. What kind of elves are so difficult to control?
But after all, after studying day after day, I finally learned. Although I don't like to be integrated with bicycles like bicycle owners, I can already stroll on the road in the village alone.
So one day, I rode it and strolled on the path in the evening. The wind is sweet, the smell of the earth is sweet, and the hiss of the bicycle chain is also sweet.
I was intoxicated with the "sweetness" of this small village when suddenly there was a bang. I fell into the ground with my bike, and the bicycle chain was still turning, but I was facing the mud and the ground, and I fell into a pool of mud. When I struggled to get up, the children in the village saw that my face was covered with mud and began to laugh again. I was angry and crying, crying and hurting, and went home.
Since then, I have never ridden a bike in a small village.
[swinging]
If riding a bike is just a bit ugly, then swinging is what really makes me feel pain.
My mother bought a net swing from somewhere and hung it on the beam in the yard. Childhood was a very happy time.
Every time after dinner, there is no entertainment, my mother will let me sit on the swing and take me "flying".
"Sit tight? Want to start flying? "
"Sit tight and fly!" Can't wait every time.
I grow up day by day, and the swing is aging day by day, from brand-new red and white to gray. The swing rope tied to the beam has also changed from the original rope to the rags we wear, and so have I, from sitting on the swing to lying on the swing, my mother's flying arc is getting bigger and bigger.
"Higher, higher!" I have been asking my mother to work harder.
I can see the whole house dangling, and my body passes through the rushing wind. That's so cool!
Bang, it fell! The clothes hanging on the beam were torn, so I threw them several meters with the swing. The whole person fell to the ground, like garbage thrown far away. My mother came running, and I started crying and touching my back.
My mother quickly tore my clothes to see what happened to my back. A large piece of skin fell off and was directly rubbed off, bloody.
My mother quickly put me to bed. I forgot what I did afterwards. All I know is that after lying in bed for a long time, the scraped skin finally turned into a scar, and I never dared to swing again.
What used to be painful is now a joke we recall.
"Still flying?"
"Don't fly, don't fly."
I used to be afraid to prove how powerful I am, but now I am afraid of ghosts and gods, just because I am actually a scared and fragile child.