September 28, 2014 - 22:25
In my childhood, my family lived far away from schools and relatives, and I wasn’t really familiar with them. So I spent most of my time with my family or just by myself. But at the meantime my family is strict on “plays": no computer games, no TVs more than 1 hour a day, and no novels. So when this assignment was posted, I was a little bit irresolute about what to write. I just read Weilla’s story. I feel a resonance with her: Chinese kids don’t really have the opportunity to play…
Since my middle school is approximately 40 minutes from where I live, my mom used to drive me to school. I traveled two points in one line: home—school—and home again. The only time that I could play is during the interval between after school and when my mom pick me up. There are so many delicious food near campus, so I usually used this time to satisfy my stomach. Eating is my way to relax. I would rush to the market, buy scallion pancakes, or fried chicken, or other things that look attempting, and gobble them into my mouth.
Other people might have many interesting memories of playing, but sadly, to me, playing is equivalent to relaxing, and relaxing is equivalent to eating.