Childhood is an unforgettable time full of funny and amazed stories. Be a child, I wrote my last will. All my toys are to go to our cat, my room—to Tom, the local beggar who always said “hi" to me kind. My textbook about politeness was to go to my brother, so we had had a fight not long before. I brought the list to my aunt, who was the lawyer. She sent copy of my list to all our relatives and then put the original on her desk in to a frame. That way, I laughed at by not only my family but all my customers.

Over a year ago, my friend was ready to return after complete his tour in Singapore. He didn’t expect that he was about to get on his airplane when he stopped politely by one of the worker of the airport. He was told that he was not allowed to aboard. My friend had thought that there must be anything wrong with his ticket. The worker told him that was not his ticket but the book he hadn’t return to, which he had borrowed from a library, that caused the trouble. Certainly, my friend didn’t board but missed the flight. He wasn’t permitted to take the flight home a week late until he returned the book to the library.

Last week, I met a stranger who seemed to be losing. I offered to guide him to a place he wanted to go, but to my surprise, he refused my offer to helping. I asked him why not. He told me that he was afraid I would ask him money if I helped him in this way. Then I fell into deep thoughts: was it money which came between us? I agreed that money is becoming more and more important in our society, and it should not be everything. We should try my best to help others and trust each other. If everyone do it, our society will be better and better.