I could only remember the things that happened from I was three.

My parents and I moved a lot from I was three to six. We were first living near my mom’s working place. There, I attended my first kindergarten. My dad’s parents and mom’s parents took care of me in turn.

I was unwilling to go to the kindergarten because I did not recognize other kids and there were so many kids there which made me scared. Adults had to try every way to make me go there. My grandpa once rode a bike taking me to the kindergarten. He lied, saying we were going to buy something good to eat. I was excited to get on the bike but only to find we stopped at the kindergarten. So what should I do? Cry loud.

I do not know finally how they made me join the kids there, perhaps after I was running out the strength to make any resistance.