Being Big

Being a big guy, yeah, since 8 years old, is not always easy. Had to sit in the last row of the classroom with a big girl as company; missed the best chance to sit by the cute, little, princess-like girl with that sweet voice; Had to hold red flag and looked like a sunshine boy if the class needed marching in front of the whole school, certainly my parents are pretty pround of it. But they never stopped complainning that I was the boy challenging the strength of all fibers, no matter it was 100% cotton, or polyester mixed with whatever percentage of cotton...

Guess my luck came as I was in highschool, as a big guy, I was the track-and-field star in the class. There were girls wrote notes to say they like I dominant in the field. Too bad the rule in my school was strict enough to kick all love-birds out of school, otherwise I might lose my virgin 10 years early...

Being a big guy is not easy. Everytime I book a ticket, I have to find a way to locate the seat with the most generous leg-room, otherwise, all my tendons and muscles will be suffered during the trip. It is good that the airline companies haven't noticed that big guy takes as much as room as fat people, whereas, they will over charge me on all the extra inches I take.

The good thing is, as you can imagine, I am not that big anymore since I was in States. I turned to be  normal guy, so regular that you will not find me out as I mix with croweds in subway. If I messed up my cloth by coffee, it's so easy to find one around. So, I found a new theory, distance not only can change the view of a person, but also can change the size of him, so, if I fly to moon, I will be even smaller, or maybe even bigger, really want a try.