When I was a child, it was a matter of course that I identified with the youngest of the three little pigs because I thought the main character of that story is the youngest and undoubtedly every child is a hero of fairy tales. Besides, building a house with bricks is so reasonable. It's nonsense to build a house with straw, I thought. As I grew, I saw a lot of the youngest pigs who study harder and work harder than me. I had thought I built my house with bricks, but these days I feel that it turns out to be straw. When I realized it, it was an empty realisation. There was a bit of bitterness that I had become the oldest pig, not the hero of the story. And now I think this is preferable. I am the oldest pig. I want to be just recognized without any negative concerns about the future- 'What if a bad wolf comes?', 'It will be blown off or burnt helplessly...'' and so on.
