Growing beans in the bin of Hyunbin

 I remember my family's affection for me whenever I recall my youth. I remember a lot of memorable and impressive experiences full of my family's support toward the young little girl, which made me who I am now. Today, I'd like to introduce my father who has affected and will affect me the most.  My father was a friend, as he is until nowadays. I remember him trying to be in the same viewpoint with the young little girl in order to let me feel closer to him. He tried to share the culture of youth by learning the words that most youngsters often use, listening to popular songs together; however, he wasn't just a friend to me, but he was a teacher too. Every child may feel that his parents are the smartest when they answer to everything they ask. But oddly, the memory that I cannot forget til now is about the knowledge he couldn't answer.  I remember the call to the tissue company by my father, who was asked by his daughter, "Why is the tissue consist of two...

This is one of the pictures that I regard as the best ones that I took during the vision trip. I can't exactly say what this door is for since I took this picture while touring Yale in an hour; however, I really like this picture as it shows the closed gate and the image of the place behind, which allows me to imagine what kind of world will it allow me to go in. Every moment of my life was full of my efforts to open up the gates in front of me. That's why I value this picture and set it as my phone background image and the first picture I write about on my blog. Leaving elementary school which I studied in for 6 years and starting a new life as a 'middle school grader', I started to study in the library near my house every afternoon. At first, it was only to withstand the harder and more diverse subjects that I should learn in the new environment. But as I spent most of my free period on thinking about what the ultimate aim of my life is after learning Aristotle...