GIVE ME A TICKET BACK TO CHILDHOOD CHAPTER 1: (the sequel) Hi there, this is the next part of chapter 1. Hope getting the correction from you. Thank you! (My life was even so well-worn. Each night as I get into the bed, I already knew what to expect tomorrow...) Such as: In the morning, I had to try to get up while I still wanted to sleep in. Of course before that I pretended to be asleep still or let my mother called me harly then shaking my body, and certainly I was still like a chump until she tickled in my soles of the feet. When I put down the feet, I had to go to brush my teeth and wash my face, then being forced to eat breakfast lazily. I had to munch something that I disliked. My mother always cared about the health and she concretized her concern by forcing me (and our family) eat the nutritional foods while I only liked the food that she thought it wasn’t good, such as instant noodles. Taking care of health is the good thing, and the more age we get, the more right that concern will be. No one says that concern isn’t good. So do I. When I was mature already, there was a journalist interview me that among health, love and money, which one is my most concern? Earlier I talked a lot about love, later I talked more than about health. I ignored money, although I realized it’s unfair, money is never admitted as the most concern, while everyday people use money to buy gifts for love and medicine for health. But it’s the adult concern – for future life. With me, when I was 8 years old, I just remembered that I didn't like eating nutritional foods. Certainly I had to eat, even though I ate reluctantly and lazily, that was the reason my mom always complained about me. After finishing breakfast (there was not any joy), I was quickly seeking for my books, notebooks to put in my bag. I picked one on the top of TV, another one on the top of refrigerator and dug from the heap of blankets and pillows one more other, of course I always forgot anything, then I run out of my house at full speed.