My earliest memory starts when I was three years old living in my grandparents apartment. It was the Dragon Boat Festival, a special holiday to commemorate an ancient Chinese scholar living in the Western Zhou Dynasty. My parents went out for a special event in the morning, and I was home with my grandmother and my uncle. I was in the kitchen with my uncle who was about to draft a pears husk. He was worried that knife might have hurt me, so he decided to move to another room so I wouldnt be so close to him. What was unexpected was I followed immediately after him to another room. I paid all my attention to the pear, and I forgot there was a step on the way to the room; thus, when I was about to enter the room, I stumbled and my head hit directly against the floor. I barely remember anything after that except that my head was bleeding and my grandmother rushed to the room with paper towels. I was sent to the hospital later, but I could not record any scene from the hospital. I think my personality did change a little bit, for which I would not simply pay attention to one single object and ignore the surrounding or the environment. I guess the reason that this is particularly memorable was that it was the first time I bled so much and even now, I still have the scar on my forehead.
