The newspaper said that there are many children in the first grade of elementary school who refuse to sit at the desk properly during class, and always dangle around.Even if the teacher told them "please sit down", they refused to obey and still dangled around.Because of this appearance, I was expelled from primary school after only three months.But at that time, I was the only one who looked like this, but now, the children are all wandering to the windows and the like.I don't know what reason kids dangle these days, but I have a reason for doing it myself.Even as a 6-year-old, she has her reasons.

Some people remember childhood events very clearly, while others remember childhood events in a blur.There are so many things that happened to me when I was a child that it is impossible not to remember them clearly.Therefore, in my memory, the impression of this incident and that incident is extremely vivid.Looking at five or six-year-old children now, I feel that they are really very young. Not long ago, they needed to use diapers!But when he recalled himself back then, it seemed that he did have his own perception and judgment ability.I think if I write down what I think about when I was a kid, people might get a general idea of ​​what's going on with the kids hanging around now, because I was one of those kids after all.With that in mind, I decided to write about it.Therefore, what is presented here is not the thoughts of an outstanding child, but the thoughts of a child who was dropped out of school in the first grade of elementary school.

After I turned 5 years old, when I was about to start the first grade, I had a problem with my legs.One busy morning, when I was about to go to kindergarten, I told my mother: "When I went to bed last night, my leg hurt." Mom was preparing breakfast, and immediately stopped when she heard this: "That's terrible!" Mom said again: "I've heard it's bad to have leg pain when you sleep at night, let's go to the hospital!" What I hate the most is going to the hospital, and hurriedly said: "I fell while somersaulting yesterday, that's why my leg hurts."

As I said that, I jumped up and down in front of my mother to show her, and said: "It doesn't hurt anymore." But my mother refused to listen to my excuses.I was reluctantly dragged to the hospital by my mother.At that time, my family lived near the Senzuike Pond in Tokyo. It was a pond with a lot of history. It is said that Master Nichiren once washed his feet there.So the hospital I went to at that time belonged to the nearby Showa Medical College (now Showa University).A very energetic male doctor examined me, and immediately said to my mother: "It's hip joint tuberculosis!" Before I understood what was going on, I was laid flat right away. The toes of the right foot were bound tightly with sticky plaster bandages all the way to the waist.That's a plaster cast.

After wrapping up the bandage, the doctor said "Good way! This is a good way" while tapping my leg softly.I thought they were going to take the bandage off right away, but I ended up in the hospital just like that.However, it was the first time I was hospitalized, and I discovered a lot of interesting things, so I didn't feel lonely or depressed at all.At that time, my parents had already learned from the doctor that even if my disease was cured, I might need to walk with a cane in the future.But I don't know these things, and I still enjoy myself all day long.I was lying in bed with my eyes looking upwards, and I read every day (I already knew katakana and hiragana at that time. Although the kindergarten did not require children to study hard, I wanted to read books myself, and all the kanji were next to them at that time. Hiragana are marked with phonetic notation, as long as you know hiragana, you can read a lot of books), or put the doll on the chest, and talk to the dolls.The nurses are very kind.However, the meals in the hospital are not as good as those at home. What I hate the most is the boxy stewed Koya tofu.There is obviously no juice at all on the plate, but when you press the tofu with chopsticks, brown juice will come out with a "puff -" sound. I hate this the most.Now I like to eat Koya tofu very much, but at that time I just couldn't get used to it.Because I can only lie down, I am fed by a nurse or my mother. Whenever I see Koya tofu, I always press it with my own chopsticks, and wait for the juice to pop out, thinking "Oh, irritating".Maybe it's curiosity about things I don't like!However, this kind of high wild tofu was often included in the meals at that time.

The life in the hospital passed day by day like this.One day, the nurse told me that there was a girl living in the next ward who had the same disease as me and was about the same age as me.However, even if I knew about it, I couldn't go over to see her, I could only think "Oh, really". However, my luck was terrible at that time. At that time, from the instep of my right foot, ankle, calf, knee, thigh, entire calf, to my waist, I was wrapped in a hard plaster bandage, only the toes were exposed. outside.But at this time, I contracted scarlet fever.This is an infectious disease, so my right leg was still in a plaster cast, so I was sent from the Showa Medical College to the nearby infectious disease hospital-Ebara Hospital.Scarlet fever is like a snake shedding its skin. The skin on the body will fall off. In severe cases, the skin on the hands will fall off like a glove.Of course it will be very itchy.The disease was finally cured, and I returned to Showa Medical College, but soon contracted chickenpox again.Chickenpox is also an infectious disease, and my right leg is tied straight again

Straight, was sent to Ebara Hospital again.When I had chickenpox, it was so itchy that I wanted to cry.The whole body was itchy badly, the exposed part could be scratched to barely relieve the itching, but the part wrapped in the plaster could not be scratched at all, the itching was unbearable.I beat it through the plaster cast, and tried to stick a small stick in from the waist or toe to scratch, but it couldn't get in, and it couldn't relieve the itching.Later, my father came up with an idea. He took a thin and long ruler and stretched it through the seam of the plaster, and finally he could slowly reach the edge of the itchy spot.I clapped my hands and shouted: "Success." This also made me very grateful to my father. He was busy playing the violin all day long, but he still racked his brains to find a way for me.But even with this method, there are still many places that I can't reach, such as the back of the knee, which is unbearably itchy.But I didn't cry. Even though I was itchy and shivering all over, I tried my best to endure it, and I never cried.Looking back now, I feel quite admirable. At that time, I felt that the nurses and parents tried their best to take care of me. If I still complained, I would feel sorry for them, so I tried my best to endure. with.

Because of these two illnesses, I went in and out of the hospital several times. Sitting on a small cart, I was able to secretly watch the situation in the next ward. "What does the girl who has the same disease as me look like?" I saw a girl who was about my age, lying face up like me, and I saw her face.It was a little girl with an oval face, combed hair, and delicate features.The girl saw me too. Days passed, and finally it was time to remove the plaster cast.In just a few months, the right leg wrapped in plaster became much thinner.Also, it seems that I have grown taller during this time, my left leg is quite a bit longer than the right leg in the cast.So, although I could stand up, I couldn't walk.What's more, I even forgot how to walk.

After being discharged from the hospital, according to the current statement, I immediately started rehabilitation training.It is said that there is a very good hospital called "Nakura" in Shinjuku, and I go there every day for electrotherapy.In my impression, there are several colorful soft wires protruding out of a large box, like ropes, through which the legs are energized for physiotherapy.In addition, I also received massage therapy. Later, I went to Tangheyuan Hot Spring.My dad's mother, my grandmother, accompanied me along with a young nanny.I am terrified of this grandmother.We lived in the hotel, and no matter how early I woke up, when I opened my eyes, I always found that my grandmother had combed her hair perfectly, dressed neatly, and was reading a book.If I sang loudly or rolled on the tatami, my grandmother would never tell me to "be quiet", but would look up from the book and say quietly, "I hate being noisy." So there was nothing I could do. , I had to tiptoe around and read books with my grandmother every day.Grandma didn't seem to hate children. One day she showed me a bald spot on the top of her head, which was round and 3 centimeters in diameter.My grandmother told me that's because in the past "it was a bun and always put all the hair in a tight bun here, so that's how it is now".Grandma also said that when she combs her hair now, it is carefully combed to cover that bald spot.Since then, I tried to get up earlier than my grandmother, and look at the bald spot before she combed her hair, but it always failed. When I opened my eyes, my grandmother was already reading.

Although we stayed in the hotel, we did not go to the hot spring of this hotel, but to a nearby hot spring called "Mamanai", which is said to be very effective.Every afternoon I go over with the nanny.Many people with burns, wounds and various diseases gathered in the hot springs, almost all of them were adults, and children were rarely seen.Mamanai Hot Spring has a large bath with a very wide surrounding, which can accommodate many people lying there.The hot water in the bath is tea-colored. When you stand up, you will feel that the bottom is sticky, which is a little scary.Interestingly, everyone held a large, slender green leaf in their hands, dipped the leaf in hot water, then lay down and stuck the leaf to some part of the body.Maybe it's herbs?Some old men are holding several leaves, and some aunts are there. Now that I think about it, it should be a mixed bath for men and women.

Next to me was a boy who was said to have been burned all over his body because he jumped into the boiling bath water.The child was covered in leaves, lying face down, and at first I thought he was playing hide-and-seek.He looks like a fourth grader, I have forgotten what I said to him, I just remember that he was accompanied by his mother.His mother said to the people next to him: "This kid is really a daredevil! He didn't reach out to test whether the bath water is hot, but jumped in immediately." The boy argued from under the leaves: "But, the bathtub has no cover. Well!" But his mother didn't listen to his excuse. I got a leaf from that mom.I carefully dipped the leaves into the hot water, and moved various parts of my right leg. At the same time, imitating the appearance of those elderly uncles, I lay on my side with my arms under my pillow, without moving.There was a man sitting there with a leaf on his head, not sure what he was trying to heal. Days passed like this, and my right leg grew longer quickly. (Maybe it's not medically true, but the result is that my right leg is as long as my left, so I guess it's still getting longer.) I was finally able to walk.Since I haven't heard of having to use a cane or anything like that, it's only natural that I'll be walking.It was finally time to go home from Tangheyuan. I arrived at Shinagawa Station at noon on an electric locomotive that was still a novelty at the time.Seeing my father and mother standing on the platform, I hurried towards them, wanting to tell them about the electric locomotive.I ran to the front to have a look, only to find that my parents were crying. I couldn't help being surprised, and my heart was very disturbed. Did I do something wrong?At this time, my father hugged me and said: "Assistant Doudou ①! Congratulations!" Only then did I know that my father was not sad, so I became happy.I didn't understand it until much later, when my parents saw me running towards them, shouting "Dad! Mom!", and the two of them were so overjoyed that they wept with joy.Now I can imagine how happy my parents, who were told by the doctor that I might need crutches to walk, would be so happy when they saw me running!Later, it is said that the doctor said to my mother: "This is almost a miracle. Almost only one person in ten thousand can be cured." However, at the age of 5, I still can't understand that people cry when they are happy. Soon after, I will be promoted to the first grade. One day, I was walking leisurely by myself near my home, when a little girl with a red cane came across from me.Red crutches are rare, so I moved closer to get a better look.The moment I met the eyes of the little girl, I recognized her as the little girl in the ward next to me.When the little girl saw my face, she immediately stared at my legs.I couldn't help taking a few steps back. She must have heard that I had the same disease as hers, and I didn't want her to see that I could walk without crutches.We passed each other silently. It seems that the little girl lives near my house. When I walk on the road, the shadow of the red walking stick often flashes from the opposite side.Whenever I saw the red cane, I hurried to hide in the side road, or got into someone's yard to avoid the child.Because I thought, no matter what I can't let her see my legs.The rare pair of red crutches may be painted red for her because her family wanted to make the crutches look cute. One day, when my father and I were walking together, a red cane appeared indistinctly from the opposite side. I hurriedly grabbed my father and said: "No! No! Hurry up and hide!" While talking, I hurried to hide in the side road.Dad was very surprised and asked: "why?" I explained with tears: "I can't let that child see my leg. Because her leg is not cured, but mine is. If she sees it, she will be too pitiful!" Dad listened to my explanation and said: "Then isn't it good for you to talk to her in the past? Don't keep avoiding her like this, isn't it good to talk in the past?" But I don't know how to talk to a girl I don't know yet. Soon I went to elementary school, and the direction to go to school was the opposite of the direction I walked, so I never met that girl again.Until now, I still wonder why I didn't go to her side and say "Hello" like my father said. I can't help but regret and feel very sad.That girl will never know, I don't want her to see my legs, so I hide when I see the red cane.Maybe she would think, "That kid isn't here anymore." At that time, in my "can't let her see my legs", there may have been some thoughts in it, although I didn't know it at the time. , those ideas have not yet taken shape.That is: some children were cured, but some were not cured; maybe that child didn’t go to Mingcang Hospital or Mamanai Hot Spring; maybe because it cost money, some people couldn’t afford it; There are unfair things in the world; you can't make others sad because of such things, etc.Of course, I didn't think about money until a little later.I don't think I am a particularly kind child, but at that time, a 5-year-old child would generally have such an idea.Even now, it must be the same.I believe that the younger you are, the more you have the most precious and necessary things for human beings.And, I also know that as the children grow up, those things are gradually lost.