My growth story

When I was two years old, my father took me from the upstairs to the downstairs every day. This is because I still can't climb the stairs, there is no elevator, and my family still lives on the ninth floor. How to do it? Dad let me climb the stairs every time. However, every time I fell because I climbed halfway, I didn't want to climb.

When I was four years old, I finally managed to climb the stairs myself. When Grandpa comes to take me, I will call my grandfather back.

When I go to work, I can overcome the difficulties. If I don't ask the parents to help, I can climb the stairs myself. I remember once, I jumped up the stairs. Suddenly, I accidentally fell, but I did not cry, but stood up and continued to climb.

In the first grade, I climbed the stairs and climbed faster than my parents.