I've recently been thinking about that question... that "If someone were to write a book about your life up till now, would you read it?" question. Most of the time, the above question would be used as a means to motivate someone to stop procrastinating and do something absolutely world shattering. Except with me, I think I would actually read a book about me... hehe totally egotistical and self absorbed one could say, but to be honest if I were to write a book about my life, I could think of a ton of interesting little anecdotes to put in there. Mind you, I avoided the accomplishments, achieved goals, things-I'm-proud-of portions... In which case, the question really should have been "If someone were to write a book about your life, would you study it and exemplify it?" to which I would answer a flat out no. Getting back to the book though. The snapshots would probably be something like this: Born in the most northern town of the most northern state in mainland china, not in a hospital but in a delivery wife's house.... I think. Apparently my father was more tired out after the whole ordeal than my mother was =). I then spent the first three years of my life without my parents. Somehow I survived in - 40 degrees C winters, where the heating system in my grandparents place involved shoveling "things that can burn" into this furnace that is used for both cooking and heating the concrete of the bed. (The beds in northern china are made of concrete for this purpose) Beijing for the next two years was interesting. I got to spend Saturdays and Sundays with mom and dad (where my fav activity was going to the Beijing zoo... like every single weekend). The rest of the week though was spent with these total strangers that would put me in a bed next to 40 other kids at night and make me eat strange things for lunch and dinner. I remember small fragments of events such as not liking the tomato and egg meals which eventually I got used to, falling asleep on the toilet because they were out of toilet paper and no one was around to take care of the kids at night... and of course crying for a year every Monday morning when my parents dropped me off. Eventually I ended up back in the most northern town of the most northern state in China for another two years. I still think of those years as one of the highlights in my life. My cousins and I had nothing to play with other than marbles, chickens, cows and trees but I couldn’t have been happier. Our "bathroom" was normally the forest in front of my grandparent’s house and when it rained, I had to tie my shoes really really tight for fear of the suction from the mud dragging it off. In the winters you had to be very careful about which path you took to school because a wrong turn could mean falling into snow that was deeper than I was tall. From there I flew to Geneva, Switzerland but that’s a whole different story for another day ... | 
