In short, they just run together.

They saw me as a child climbing up the slope with crushed stones.

From her, I saw what endurance and strength are.

I was the youngest in my family and loved by my parents.

One of my earliest memories is that one summer, my father took my family to yanmu mountain, the highest peak in Aomori county.

I remember my mother’s words very clearly, and sometimes I think; Does mom want me to win the first place? But later in my daily life, I gradually found that things might not be like that.

Although it was adults who held me to the top later, they still praised me: “you worked very hard and performed very well!” I remember I was so happy.

I was born and raised in Aomori in the north.

I guess she wants me to feel happy.

So when I was a child, my mother would often praise and encourage me.

A child, without her support, no matter how many calls and “Daddy, I miss you so much”, still can only let tears crawl all over my face.

I heard her say to me, “Oh, you’re second, not first!” At a young age, I am very happy that I can get the second place.

The first place is a boy.

I felt so strange! But what I will never forget is what my parents told me that day.

They seemed very happy.

In order to make a living, my mother had to take our three young children and move away from Aomori countryside to Chiba County, where there are more job opportunities.

My two brothers worked hard to climb the mountain by themselves.

That was my best memory as a child.

Mom always said, “if you do it, you can definitely achieve it.

After being encouraged by my mother, I will do everything seriously.

At the top of the mountain, I deeply sucked the cold air of the north into my nose.

That’s how I grew up.

When I have free time, I am immersed in memories…

Maybe children at this age have the same strength, so they don’t distinguish between boys and girls.

In my memory, this is the first sense of achievement I tasted when I was young.

I was too young to climb the mountain on my own.

Only my father held my hand and pulled me up step by step.

In the end, I was almost held by my father to climb to the top.

This kind of competition is not so much for innocent children to compete and compete, but for adults to watch children grow up happily by observing their performance.

My mother, who loved me deeply, was also waiting for me in front of me, while my father was holding a camera.

My mother has a great influence on me.

The next memory of growing up in praise is that I ran like crazy in the kindergarten race.

Finally, I ran to the finish line.

At the other end of the starting line stood parents.

I can’t remember other details of the day now, but over the years, this moment of “running in kindergarten” has been firmly etched in my heart.

My mother began to take care of the family.

The weather was fine that day.

At that time, I already liked to pursue the excitement of speed! But to my mother, she seems a little disappointed, because I am usually more lively than other children, especially boys, so she seems a little disappointed with my second performance.

running rucksack

Whenever I look at the photos at that time, I believe again in my heart that my mother does not think so.

-02 footprints of childhood when I was nine years old, my father, who loved me deeply, died suddenly, and I could no longer see the three children he loved: my two older brothers and me, who was the only daughter in my family.

That sadness, that desolation without my father, is my unforgettable memory in my life.

My mother was standing there.

She often encourages me and gives me encouragement because she believes that “joy” is a very important emotion in the growth of children.

In retrospect, as a kindergarten student, I began to think that “sprinting with all my strength” was really a very interesting thing.

She went out to work very early every day, and hardly had time to talk to our three children.

If you don’t work hard now, when will you work hard?” She used this sentence to encourage herself and her children.

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In fact, to put it bluntly, it is a sports edition teaching visit for parents.

My happy childhood in Aomori kitako was completely different when I was nine years old.

The sports meeting was held in the gymnasium, about five or six years old.

The pillar father of the family, who loved me so much as a girl and always encouraged me, died of illness, leaving three children behind and his mother alone.