When I came home today and walked to the school gate, I suddenly remembered an incident that my daughter climbed on the door when she was a child.
That was my daughter in the third grade of elementary school, when we lived in a large courtyard, there were about a dozen children about the same age as my daughter, the age difference was only one or two years, they were in the same school, they came home to play together, of course, mischievous and bad things were also together.
One Sunday, after lunch a group of children all went out to play, when a group of children in the playground to play, then the playground is very large, there are very thick trees around, there are not many equipment for play, a group of children tired of playing, they stared at the gate at the entrance of the playground, the gate is more than three meters high, is the shape of an iron railing, a few slightly larger on the mind, climbed up and sat on the top, looking at the bottom with pride, the following few are not willing to show weakness slowly climbed up, of course, including my daughter.
Then a man came over, and all the children looked at this person with pride, and my daughter patted her chest and said, "I'm scared to death, I thought it was my mother." ”
"If it's your mother, what are you afraid of?" this friend of mine asked my daughter.
"Auntie, do you know what it's like for a thief to see a policeman?" You say he's afraid or not afraid? My daughter asked seriously
At this time all the children laughed
This was the last thing my friend told me.