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I remembered when I was thirteen years old I had a really special day.

It was Sunday and around 3 O’clock in the afternoon. I was returning to school from my aunt’s house. After getting off the bus, I still had a 1 kilometer’s walk to my school, where I had just become a middle school student. The street was near a river. It was cloudy that day. The sun shone for a while and then buried itself among the clouds, and then came out again. I guessed it must be very bored by doing that.

There were few people in the street. Opposite to the river side, tidy houses lined up to the distant. These five or six storied houses, painted as white, still appeared to be strange and novel to a boy who had just come from a tiny village where houses had no more than three stories and mostly had red walls without any painting. But along with the strangeness and novelty, there was something uneasy. I felt a little stressed, just like the feeling which I had when I walked across a street in the city. So I stretched my hand to my pocket, looked down upon it, and made sure that the 10-yuan paper money lied in it. It was really precious to me. I had never owned such a great deal of money before. I felt that I needed to take better care of the money, in case something bad happened. So I hid it in a very private place, which I won’t tell you now. Come on! Go on and you will find the answer if you really want to know ^.^. Then I felt a little easier and took my steps along the street.

“Not bad.” I thought, taking a glance at those beautifully decorated houses, and checked the surroundings from time to time.

Suddenly someone was tapping me on the back. I looked back and saw two stupid guys, one of which had some yellow hair above the forehead. They were smiling at me in a very strange way.

“Let’s discuss something.” They pushed me to the river side. I was shocked.

“Would you mind lending me some money?” The yellow hair asked me with no shame.

I couldn’t refuse. There seemed to be no way to run away from two men who were much taller than me. I had heard some similar cases and I knew what result I would get if I refused them. So I bent down to the ground and took the money from one of my socks, and then handed it to the yellow hair. Having received the money, the robbers seemed to be very satisfied. They went away happily, leaving me in fucking silly tears.

This really frightened me for a few days. It even influenced me in the long term. I got to know the dark side of a city at the very beginning when I came close to it. Those stupid guys not only robbed me of my money, but also of some of my trust to strangers. Even now I sometimes find it a little hard to get familiar with a stranger quickly.

It is also the first time that I have ever been a victim to a criminal offense so far. This silly experience will also someday add to a series of interesting stories which I will tell my children in the future.