I thought you might enjoy a story my mom used to tell about my very early childhood. I don’t know my exact age at the time, but I was small enough to be sitting on the dining room table, and I could talk a little. Probably age 2 or under, I’m thinking.
My mom had a “Coronet” magazine lying open, there on the table beside me. It had an article about a man’s experience emigrating to the USA from his homeland in China. The title page had Chinese characters down one side and the translation in English.
I apparently got really excited and started patting one of the characters with my hand, and exclaiming, “The wind! The wind! The wind!” I wasn’t patting an English word, but a Chinese character.
My mom took a look at the page. The title in English? “Bamboo Bends in the Wind.”
She got goose bumps.
I’m still frustrated that I don’t remember Chinese!