The pain of my growing up is that I am not tall. My father is not tall, so I am not tall (short). I have been the shortest in my class since I was a child. Every time I do morning exercises, I am the first in the first row, and then I become the first in the first row of military training. When I was young, I was thin and small, with two round faces. People would still call me cute, but now I'm 20+, and I don't want to hear any more. Not long ago, our family moved to a new home and neighbors greeted each other. "How old is your daughter?" I am really tired. Baby face blames me (well, I didn't dress up as a mature person either). Familiar relatives will also ask me, "How high is this year?" "Uncle, aunt, uncle, aunt, I have been in college for several years." My heart refused. I am helpless "I am a sophomore". "Oh, I always thought that your sister went to college and you went to college, so soon."

In fact, not being tall will not only make others misunderstand their age, but also bring a lot of inconvenience to life. Why not? When you go to the library to look for books, sometimes you have to stand on tiptoe to see the list of books in the top row clearly. In case I need a book, you have to move a stool to get it. If there is no stool, it will be very painful and you need help from others. My heart is very tired. Now, for example, when I take a bus, I sometimes have to stand when there are many people. I can only grab the handrail with open arms completely, but the bus is rickety, and the people on it are still crowded, and soon my arms will be sore, so I usually consciously find a pole perpendicular to the ground to help.

With the growth of my age, my height is becoming more and more hopeless, and the disadvantages in my life are gradually showing up. I am in pain.