Winter youth - naked

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How would he feel if there was someone in the world who was exactly like him?

I discovered my own body when I was young. I felt like I had a body that was different from everyone else's.

The body can do whatever it wants, and I feel the consequences of the actions it has taken.

For example, since I was a child, I have felt pain all over my body, in one place or another. Before I knew it, I didn't know why I felt that way.

When I was about seven years old, I was helping my mother in the grocery store when I saw a fist fly in front of my eyes. I immediately felt a sharp pain in my cheekbone. I screamed, "Oh!"

"What happened, son?" Mom asked, looking at me.

I tried it with my fingernail -

"Someone punched me, Mom."

"Oh, my son, that's impossible. He's working in front of his mother. Who's going to come near him and attack him?"

"No, Mom, it felt like someone had punched me. I could even see the punch. It hurt right here, Mom."

I said as I tested the sore cheek with my hand.

My mother came to me. "Hmm...my cheeks are swollen."

My mother said in surprise, caressing my left cheek.

"Yes, mother, that's why I got punched."

I ran to the mirror hanging at the back of the shop and looked in it. Yes. Is the right cheek swollen where I thought I had been stabbed?

“You're going to bump into something while you're working, son,” my mother said thoughtfully. I didn't say anything to my mother again.

That was the first thing I noticed.

Later, such incidents often occur.

While I was studying in the classroom, I would feel like someone had kicked my leg, or I would get hit in the ear and fall asleep. At those times, I would feel pain in the affected areas. It felt like I had been really hurt.

| While walking, I sometimes feel like someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turn around to look.

Once, things were really bad. At that time, I was in the fourth grade.

It happened when I was coming back from school. Mura was next to me. Mura and I were neighbors, the same age, and friends in the same class, so we used to walk back to school together.

As we walked •••

Someone behind me twisted and broke my right arm. I was taken aback by the suddenness of the blow and turned around in anger.

There is no one behind.

My hand is twisted backwards and my right hand (C) is pressed against the back of my hand.

"Heh...heh...how did it happen?"

Mura asked in surprise.

"I got my hand twisted." "Hmm...and there was no one behind me."

"I don't know about that. You see, my hand was twisted. It hurt."

Mura leaned against my back as if she had been stabbed, slowly letting my hand get used to it.

"Shu... shu... shu... it hurts" "You did it on purpose, didn't you?" "Huh... how could you make my hand twist behind my back?"

"Can I?"

"Oh... that's right, are you really hurt?"

When I told my mother about these things, she didn't deny it, saying that it was just her imagination. Whenever I did that, my mother would stare blankly as if she was thinking about something. She would also sigh.

It's not just about feeling hurt.

Sometimes I still see ghosts in my eyes. Ghosts are images that I see in my current life that are not real.

I will give an example.

"It happened when I was coming back from school with Mura."

| As I was walking, I looked down and saw a huge cliff in front of me. It was a very deep canyon, and I could barely see the bottom. If I took one step forward, I would fall into that abyss.

I suddenly stopped walking. I quickly pulled the hand of the person next to me.

Patience

"Hey... what happened?"

"Can't you see the cliff in front of you? If we keep walking, we'll fall into it."

"What...",

Mura pulled away from my hand and looked at me with a frown.

I didn't move, just stared down at the huge cliff I could see...

The cliff slowly disappears into the distance...."

The straight road I walked on every day reappeared before me.

"Nanda, what's wrong with you?" "It's nothing," I said, lowering my voice. "Nanda, you're... you're really annoying."

I can't answer Murat's accusation. I'm just surprised.

Throughout my life, I have often seen things and scenes that are not from my surroundings.

I see mountains, cities, waterfalls. There are no such sights in the Mye Lat region where we live. The sights I see are usually the beautiful sights that you only see in calendars. - I am a still life, like a painting.

It's not just about seeing things. Once, I saw a hot air balloon floating up into the sky against a backdrop of mountains. Clouds were also moving across the sky. .

Sometimes, when I wake up from a nap, I can see the cherry blossoms blooming beautifully outside my bedroom window. Along with the cherry blossoms, white snowflakes are falling. . .

I stared at that scene motionless from my bed. At that moment, I realized that the place I was sleeping in was not in our bed in our house.

.. Even as I stared, both the snow and the cherry blossoms disappeared from view, and the night view of our little house came back into focus.

I see that scene often. Especially when I wake up from a nap. It's not a dream. I see it when I open my eyes.

In fact, the area we live in is a dry area. There are no cherry blossoms. Even in winter, there is not much snow, as far as I can see.

The scene I saw one night was quite strange. -