I recall some instances in my early years. The people who took care of me, carried me around a lot. Eventually I learned to crawl. I would crawl around the place and my hands would get dirty, so dirty the palm of my hands were black. Somehow, I knew something was wrong, but I did not have the words to explain feeling dirty. In the beginning I would ask for something to wipe it off, but eventually I just got used to it and would wait until dinner time when we washed our hands.

Most times I was a loner, going into my own world in my mind. At first, I would try to share my thoughts with others, yet I got the impression that people did not want to listen to me. Perhaps, they also had their own issues or thoughts that they were going through. Eventually I quit expressing my thoughts to them. 

For some strange reason, few people hung around me. I was reluctant to hang out with them, but eventually I warmed up to them. In our gang there was me, three girls and a boy along with some other people who would come and go. I could not recall their Chinese names, but my mind gave them English names, like Peter, Melissa, Crystal, and Jane. Perhaps those were the names that the missionary gave them. 

We were of Asian descent, most of us looked similar to each other, but there were some differences. Jane had protruding teeth, but not that much. Melissa had a skin problem that caused her skin to fall off and I remember the odor of her body it was awful, but I was not mean to her. Peter was an oddball in the group, at least that is what I thought. He had a back issue that caused him to lean to the side. Crystal looked normal, but she was blind, which I did not find out until later because I did not notice it.