A Bullet-proof Vest
Leo started reading newspapers in 2008. Yesterday, he found a report about the campus shooting in US from Shanghai Daily. He seems to understand about how does quantitative change lead to quality change due to his statistical heritage from his mother, after counting the number of casualties in recent years, he stood up and said to me seriously, “ Mom, please buy me a bullet-proof vest if you want me to study in US.” The childish words seem not that unreasonable, kids in his generation do not have sense of security especially after September 11.
When I was in Grade 5, a psychopath boy in my class threw a fist sized rock from other side of the building and hit right on my forehead while I was playing during the break, my fellow pupil walked me to the army hospital for some basic treatments. I still have a big scar on my skull which is a mile stone of my teenage school life.
It’s quite peculiar that I said good bye to my day dreaming time in School after that and my brain worked remarkably well since and I never had any difficulty in math study and I won many math competitions in No. 6 Middle School. After I gone through this horrible blood shedding event, I was never scared and never worried about my life security.
Today’s world is different; the poor little kids born 1990 onward have to wear a bullet-proof vest in their mind.
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