When I recall my childhood memories, there are many stories. Some of them make me happy, but others makes me grow up. The first memories made me growing us happened when I was eleven years old. I discovered that life can be choices by myself.
Since my parents got divorce, so I was brought up by my grandparents. My grandparents, having evacuated from main land China, decided to settle down in Thailand because they were affected from World War II. I was surrounded with Chinese cultural Chinese language. As a result, I did not familiar with Thai custom, making friends was not easy for me. However my study was outstanding.
My grandmother said “The most precious things that I could give to you are education, so you must pay high attention to it". Consequently I had been gotten good grades since I was in grade1 and she was so proud of me.
One day my family moved resident to new town. I had to start grade 2 at new school as well. The new school was quite small. There were only pupils not more than 200 ones. Although it was not the best school in that area, it is the terrific thing I had gotten in that time. The beginning of first semester studying life was still normally. I could not get along well with other students. I was good at solving the mathematics problems. No doubt, I were crowned with my friends as well as I was an instructor. I taught them how to solve it. I got wonderful friendship in return. I went back home and told this story to my grandmother. Unexpectedly, she suggested that if my friends asked me again, I should ask them to consult with teacher. I followed this advice seriously.
My friends called me selfish girl. Most friends did not want to play with me any more. I felt lonely, unhappily, and sadly. I looked like absent-minded and became lifeless eventually. I kept unkind-hearted until grade 6. One day my grand mother stayed with my relative one month. I changed my mind. I allowed my friend to copy homework and report. Moreover I...
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