When my family came to US, my dad went to C.W. Post in Long Island for grad school and I remember he had a friend named Paul. He was tall, white guy who happened to be really friendly with my family, and he bought me a present for graduating elementary school or something. It was a rocket kit. After building it together, my dad and I launched it in the big open grass field, and it shot up in the air as high as I could see, and a parachute character landed on the ground shortly after.

I’m studying for an exam tomorrow and suddenly remembered those days when I didn’t have much worries in my life and did not know any better. Good old innocent days.