Do you still remember your first time being loved by someone?
My memory took me back to primary school when I was in the forth grade. At that time, I was monitor in my class and loved by my teachers and classmates. I was just like the General to lead my classmates to hold together and study hard. Sometimes , Our girls would boycotted the boys, quarrelling with them. Granted, we could not fight with them. We were not their counter workers . One day, after class, I and my girls were playing games in the playground. A boy who was in the fifth grade came up, gave me a card and ran away quickly. Other boys around kicked up a row, saying" **loved **, **loved**``````". I felt so humiliated in front of my classmates. At that period , "love" is a dirty and ashamed word for us. We all felt shy and guilty to talk about the word of love. I shocked and nearly stunned at first. Fortunately , the bell was ringing and it was time for class. We rushed into the classroom. During the whole class, I could not listen to what my teacher was say...