It was a hot day in January 2015 and I was a young, impressionable young boy.
I was wearing a pair of oversized black leather jackets that had a leather-lined hood and my hair was cut short.
It was the first time I had worn a jacket in more than a year.
It was the summer of my junior year, and I had just turned 13.
I had been spending time with my parents at a friend’s house in the rural town of Dandong, a suburb of Beijing.
My parents were both busy at work.
They were in the midst of their summer break when I finally got the chance to visit.
It wasn’t the first visit, but it was definitely the last.
I had been planning to spend a week or so there with my dad and my grandmother, but the idea of having a soft-leather jacket to go with my clothes was too much.
The first few days were stressful, especially because I was so nervous about wearing it.
It didn’t look like I was going to have much fun.
I felt like I couldn’t get over how hot it was and I didn’t feel like I wanted to make any waves.
When I returned home, I found out I had lost all my clothes.
I got the news at the hospital.
My mom had gone into cardiac arrest.
I don’t remember exactly what happened, but when she finally died, my dad’s clothes were gone.
It felt like the world had lost its spark.
My friends at school started telling me that my dad had been arrested.
My dad had only been at the restaurant that night for dinner and a few hours later, he was arrested.
My mother’s death made me think about the many different ways we had lost our childhoods.
The clothing that we had collected and worn as kids.
The friendships we had formed and the places we had shared them with.
The memories we had made together, the times we had been together and the times that we’d just walked away.
I found myself thinking about all the people that I had forgotten or who had left me behind.
It didn’t take long before I started to realize that I would have to work to rebuild the friendships I had formed.
It seemed like there was no point in making new friendships, as I could only see what had happened to other people.
When I started looking for new friends and places to meet new people, I started getting a bit more interested in new hobbies.
I started going to the library and taking the internet courses that were offered.
The more I learned about technology, the more I started learning how to code.
My interest in computers and technology had grown, and after some time, I felt that it was time to start taking classes.
My mom and I moved to Beijing, where we lived in a two-bedroom apartment in the heart of the city. I couldn