Living somewhere else

# Remember Childhood #

Preface: A home in one's heart is a life spent in this House for years. Is piled up the corner of the house of those precious life plot, is someone else can not reach you and family memories; even if many people leave home for many years, but will never forget the road to return ...

—————— Liuliang Journey

That day to go downstairs, see someone in the education of children, fine listen down, the original is her son stole money, look at that tone of gas is not light, around also someone is advised.

When I was a child, I stole the money from my family, and I never lost my hand. My mother was so shrewd a person must have been aware of the early, a dime do not want to escape her eyes, suffering has been no evidence, also had to let go. The saying "Caught catch double, 捉贼捉赃". One time my mother called us three, wanted to use the heart tactics, asked the closet of money in the end who took it. My brother's name is honest, he said he took the money, the letter. My sister is not to mention, stupid money to put where all do not know. I'm the only one who can finish this big term. " Of course these my mother certainly do not know ... "

Then she asked me a question, and when she asked me, I looked at her with innocence, said no, and then blinked and wept. But I also do not wipe, let it wanton play, arbitrary flow. My mother said, "No, don't take it, cry what?" Good, go to the side to play! " It's so free of a sea beat ... "

Speaking of beating, it is a bitter tear, sometimes my mother in a hurry, touch anything can be smoked; among all the tools, the most feared is the big broom of bamboo and my father's trousers belt, smoke up, the pain, a whip down, I can jump old high; the Guikulanghao in the yard always draws the little companions around, Appreciate my flower Show ~ The more small partners, I will call the more loud jumping higher my mother's smoke the more exciting, the more exciting the more loud and small partners more ~ " until now I have doubts, that year that the yard of the old high wind of the girl is not me ... "

Childhood temper stubborn, impression because of all kinds of things are beaten, and my mother is a quick temper, not to change not know which house used to come out of my this one of the smelly problems. Be beaten more, also frankly, and then more unscrupulous, always deliberately with her against the dry; if she is in a bad mood, the whole yard is low in pressure. Sometimes the heart will feel wronged, but still show the drag of the appearance. Never take a soft son ~ "Who can think I can grow up now, every time I talk about these things, my mother still think it is the credit of her sticks ..." 】

Summer vacation at home at all, and I the same age of the same village small partners on my a woman, no way to mix among them. Sometimes my brother will take us to catch fish in the river, once, the fish did not grasp, played the next door to the village melon idea; just stole two saw that there is a man carrying a hoe to the side of the run, frighten them to hurry around calculus, I also run, but I a girl who ran them, see I will be caught up, I suddenly stopped, outraged at the man carrying a hoe, said: "Yes, they stole, I see, they went in that direction ..." " that's probably one of the few IQ-on-line in my life ."

I thought life would be so calm and quiet, adults holding hoes, small partners in the field waves, not grow up, do not want to grow up ...

Do not know why, people will always think of the past, hate can not take the whole childhood, teenagers are brought back to the present day, thinking of the scene, people, things, things, rural life is slowly disappearing, gradually understand that we really want to find, no longer find, is that moment of all life. It's gone, it's been forgotten ...

Separated by how many years, today's I, turn the diary, but also can not return to that year summer in the field barefoot run of me ...

Living somewhere else