My earliest memories in hong kong. I was stung by mosquito. I remember my grandma laughing while putting cream on me. I think 2 or 3 cause I was walking by then. I was playing with my neighbours(relatives) Mitchell and Mathis. I recall they were bullies of me. Once they pushed me or something like that and I scrapped my knees. There was no grass where I lived. All concrete. It is blurry.
One dominant memory was playing with doors locks. I remember locking myself in the bathroom. Just say when I closed it...I couldn't reached the lock anymore. I cried in cantonese,'I want out, I want out.' Scarist moment of my life. How did I get out? I can't remember...probably feel sleep while people broke the lock. I like to think that I took a stool and let myself out
I was told that never stopped me from playing with doors