We sang;

"We are young pioneers,



Successors to communism,





Our red scarves flutter






on our chests"

We were certain

we were bringing




a New Life






to china….














and












I felt Like the




Luckiest girl









in the world.

I was
a l w a y s







loved










and














respected.




Ironically
My perception




on the





Cultural Revolution

















was limited.


















--A thunder storm struck--


"I know what your grandfather was,








He was a --- LANDLORD."









"what's more, her father is a --- RIGHTIST."



I was





a






black whelp.
“You should reflect on your class origin and thoroughly remold your













Ideology. ”









Through my tears I could see everyone staring at me.





I went numb.









Maybe I had a bad class status





but I would have good grades.




Suddenly,

Life was very hard.






..so hard that I could hardily breathe at times.












FATE.








It was real.







It was so unfair.


I was being punished, for something I had not done.


Sometimes..


I had thought of







running away.











--The storm had passed--



I wondered what I'd be doing,
if I had been born into a red family






instead









of a black one.
No matter what I did, and
where I went,
the cultural revolution



followed me..


The wheel of fate was turning.
It had to change,












soon.