Some days ago, I visited my father’s friend house for the first time. He has a very cute son who is still under 10. He asked me to draw for his son so I did. During talking of us, I can’t hear what they say cuz I’m deaf. So I just observed his son’s acting in house. To be honest, I’m afraid to say that the house is small and compact but he seems never gets tired, rather he still continues running around the room, making some objects by piling with something.Looking this scene, this really reminds me of myself when I was as young as he is. At that time, there was another sounds from a door behind him. Door suddenly opened and a new boy ran into our room. It was young me, who enjoyed with imagination.He took up some stuff on table and came along his father's friend's son and played. He some times looked up me and stared me, a totally grown up guy. His face suddenly melted and turn into my father's friend's son.I found myself brought back to reality. Young small me is gone out of the door. I know kids are really genius of imagining. I don’t know what displays from his shining eye. During drawing him, I wondered about what he takes this world.