Once upon a time

Once upon a time, when I was little, about 10 or 11 year-old, I accidentally fell from the third floor (nearly 10 meters high) down to ground. I remember perfectly how it felt in that few seconds. Years ago, once I had high fever, couldn’t sleep well over 3 days and nights, that I found I had illusions. Can’t help it. Bad or good, figures or brief story, past or present time, black & white or colour, real or virtual images (it’s more like 3D animation). As long as I closed my eyes, all kind of clips flashed all over my mind. I survived after all. Just about July 2003. After 15 days in coma, one day, I finally woke up from a hospital intensive care room. This is how I begin with my new life.