My earliest memories I have so many fuzzy memories of my childhood. But most of them are just some pieces of pictures. I don't know when and why these happened. There's one thing I remember so hard that I figure I will never forget it. That's a weekday, and I was studying in my primary school. When I finished my forth classes in that morning, I heard someone said "It's over finally". Then I thought It's time to go home for lunch. I went out of the classroom. When I arrived the school gate, the main door was closed but the side door was opened. I felt confuse that why the guard didn't open the main door and why there were nobody in the gate. However I kept on moving without taking an further think. I don't know It is luckily or unluckily that the guard wasn't in his room, so I left my school successfully. When I back to my home, my mother felt so surprise that I came back home so early. At that time, I understood I took the wrong time and I had run out of my last morning class. That afternoon my cutting class became an amazing thing spread out in my school.