I am a 90, I know that after 90 the eyes of their predecessors on behalf of the brain residual non-mainstream, I would like to ask you not to such a view for every 90 after.

When my 2-year-old divorced parents, I have been raising by the grandmother, my father a month to pay 300 yuan to the cost of living to the grandmother, when he was also the income of 500 yuan, I have few opportunities to meet my father because he needed to earn money to feed me, then my father earned a lot of money, and I found a stepmother, to have a teenage mother to me how a good thing, ah, stepmother very nice to me, like a person's mother.

I was a small city children, living in a small rural areas, has been living off the poor happy life, when I was 6 years old when my father want me to Chongqing, the so-called elite school, only to return to winter vacation summer vacation?. Thus I began to slowly learn to become independent, because the Lane family is too great, to take care of their loved ones can not be given, so I have to take care of themselves, when I was the first day of school, when I'm happy very happy, but at night I have bad luck again red eye is long of tooth decay, this time I learned of their loved ones is a considerate and take care of Mody's important, I began to homesick.

I had a very good school, and open book on the want of knowledge and all-head, but I was a junior high school sophomore with no people who read, my teacher is my life, I can not be forgotten, because he lets Le lot of things I understand, I learned early on that reality. I would like to say to my teacher because I was home from the school is very far away? Why do I not been treated fairly? Children to fight because if this is a normal thing, because I won the fight and I respect the teacher? Together the three of a practical joke, but the two people say this is a person who seeks it? These things are a 2012-grade students in the end is a good thing or bad thing. Life teachers collected money from their parents to tell their parents gave their children to eat fruit every day, but I eat a fruit and a semester it? Bullying by high-grade, and were high school students in the meal down on himself, the teacher was looking grinning! What else can I do? I started young minds sown the seeds of anger, of course, such schools will not have a good end, and soon in my four-year, schools closed across, and I went back to his hometown to attend school.

Back home I thought everything could be change, but no, although not as a teacher, but I can not see their parents a half people, more than six grade when I had a sister, I did not think too much, but the But then I heard far too many things that do not want to hear and see far too many do not want to see things, I found the original real mother and the stepmother is still different. I was a child did not get something heavy, and my sister got the whole, I am very jealous very angry, then I began to feel it is important parents are to me, and I want to prove myself, and I want to give my father to prove his son better than him. Junior high school, my life has been of great change. Junior high school because I know their home is no longer as before, not rich, I will be more of the wanton themselves, more and more fighting and court disaster, finally absenteeism to be dismissed.

In this way my second year entered the community, strong a group of so-called good brothers buddies, all day long to play, fight a few days, of course, for the real world it is very simple. Then we gradually grow, to pay attention to money, I slowly matured up, slowly began to understand this society, I was on the 13-year-old, but then I have one more brother, would have valued the family is no longer my feelings , and then became jealous of. Why do brothers and sisters on the end of the morning was fresh fruit juice, free shuttle service. But I did not get them that some of thoughtful and caring, the family lived a luxury life of the city, and I am still a small country where the poor children, because they do not read the beginning of the home, do not give me money, my good brother, the so-called also began to walk a longer distance, my father did, and I live together, I slowly started their own lives, because they do not read, and my father arranged my learning technologies in their own factory, this time I was only 15 years old, I look forward to the relatives love, time, gradually the past, I walked into his father's new home, feeling very strange to feel this is not my home, a small country where the house is the place where I go, they moved into the villa, I have moved into their previous live in the home, which in the end What kind? Of course, they told me to go house to live my own do not go, because my brother than I am a big sister's room but also study a bathroom, and I was a room on a bed a wardrobe, so I decided to give up to go villa life, now 17-year-old me, a good uncle to me in the past, two before Dad, no longer a child, and they regarded me as the brains of a heavy person, not like before taking care of me, but rather at any time to speak with a thorn in our family to travel, everything is handled well, but I did not account clearance, because the new ones when the accounts for no one to help me, so I is an individual account, as I a person, not any numbers, address is also the old, buy a plane ticket to buy less than letting this matter I learned a little something home, not to why people will help you to run. I started to change, becoming and 17-year-old, hanging side, and me and much bigger than I am the person who together with them to learn a lot, they make me more and more mature, but the social reality so that 17 years of age I feel more and more tired, my childhood where I get love where I am now getting the machines to seek calculating pecuniary interest, I am very tired. I think I should be very innocent and naive, but I never get a. I have been good memories of my childhood, but only recalled the lesson which I have been subjected to, it should be taught.

I would like to become a real 90, I think he is very sorry, but I know more than my poor sad people out there, I was lucky, but I am not the brain remnants, perhaps I would like to become a brain residual bar! In the end what I got now! Strong! Independence! Or a person who should receive the love!