Shame I remember the precise moment, sitting behind the piano, putting off my fleece pants in the half way, looking back at other students in kindergarten who were looking directly at me. I felt an overwhelming shame and I blushed scarlet. New students kept assembling. I lost my face in front of more and more people. I couldn’t find a crack in the ground to hide myself, however, the only thing I could do is to suffer, to endure such a shame. The source of that shame is that my mother clothed me like a ball even in warm spring. Other students all dressed one piece of pants, but I dressed one layer of underclothes, one layer of fleece pants, and one layer of pants outside. My mother was afraid that I got a cold. What a ridiculous reason！If it was in an overcast day, maybe I could persuade myself not to put off my fleece pants, but it was a sunny day. When I saw the sun rise, I looked at my pants nearly in desperation. I felt so hot and glanced at the piano at the corner of my classroom by accident. God gave me courage to approach the piano, but he didn’t bless me all the time. I didn’t know how I was found out by other students. Don’ t want to wear fleece pants any more.