When I was young, I wanted to be a soldier. Everywhere I go I had my BB gun with me. At school, girls would never come around me. They hate me, they think I am crazy because of this.
When I was 7 years old, the uncle I used to point and say that's who I want to be when I grow up got married. It was the worst day in my life. I cried because I was afraid that he would not like me anymore. After a few days, I got over it.
When I was 10 years old, my becoming a soldier dream flew away. I had no more dreams. I went to school in Burma by bike for 6 years. Once, when I was riding a bike at the Chaung Thar beach in Burma, I saw a big crab with no arms. This cause me to fell off my bike. My left arm was swollen and the doctor found out that I had a fracture.
When I was 12 years old, I was at Bagan, a historical place in Burma. I was at one of the Pagoda. I tried to land a jump from a long staircase infront of the daughters of my father's friends. I couldn't do it because it was too high and I was scared that I might have fracture again. The girls laughed at me and I cried out loud that I am no good. I felt so ashamed that time.
It was my 14 birthday, and it was one of my best days because my sister gave me a present. A person I have never imagined to get presents from. And I realized how important family is from that day on.