The mistake

Once upon a time, there was me, and then there was my room, where nothing exciting ever happens, but this is where the story I am going to tell you happened. Now, this happened during my time in China before I came to this country, this story may seem strange and typical to most of you, but I am going to write about it anyways since it’s a homework assignment, I apologize ahead for the tortuously trite plot. You may not know much about our culture, or the way I lived, but I am going to tell you something about myself.
I was 8 back then, my world was imperfect, the only child, strict parents, small living space, books after books on the bookshelf, and living in my parent’s dream. The education system is very strict, rigid, and hackneyed, always reading more knowledge, memorize them, and remember them as if its your bible. I was a boy, ignorant of the real world, and had a routine and lived a mindless life. Nothing exciting is in my life, everyday is the same, wake-up...