When I was young, I am not kind of girl who is always strong and doughtiness. I cried when I was tumbling or feel pain. I have a mole under my left eye which called lachrymose mole. People said who have this kind of mole would cry a lot. It actually true. Sometimes I just cannot control my lacrimal gland. However, one thing changed my when I was about third grade. I cannot recall every details nut as far as what I remembered, on the way back home from school, I was holding an art craft. It is a basket made of glass, beautiful but easy to be broken. I was not realized the crispness of glass and broke it my hand, I still remember the vision of blood came out from my digitus medius, middle finger. There are no people on the street and I cannot
