For three days in a row, I have had pleasant early-morning walks. In these fifty-minute walks, I listened
to Harry Potter from my iPod. I listened to Harry Potter, so I can make up Anbo some stories at night.
Through telling Anbo stories, I realized that I myself am not very creative. Vary sad, but very true. I am
a very good imitator, but a lousy creator. Well, that is fine, as long as one can truly recognize and accept
what one really is, one can still make great achievements out from one's limited talents.
Anbo is developing his own appreciation on beauty. Recently, he often criticised my drawings.
Eve rytime, when I took short steps and came up lousy drawings, he noticed and demanded redrawing.
It is really interesting to observe a child's growing.
