I have grown up with pictures and shapes. Ever since I was a little girl, still 1 able to read, my mom would set me up on her lap and read children's picture books for me. She would point to each picture, trace each line and tell me which shapes made the pictures up.2by the tracing of her finger, I would stare and concentrate my eyes to catch every 3that her finger made and would listen for the name of the shape. If I4anything, I would beg her to repeat the page over and over again, until I had the name and figure of the shape in my 5.
As I entered the second grade, my memorization of the shapes 6with me, I learned newer, complex shapes and my knowledge of shapes 7to the point where my old picture books I had at home could no longer8my need for shapes. Instead, I 9the world as my new, 10picture book and read each building, house and truck as rectangles (长方形), squares with triangles and rectangles with circles on the bottom. If I could, I would go up to each object and follow the tracing11that my mom did when I was younger. I'd take my finger and trace along the outlines of the object and12what kind of shapes made it up.
At school, during the13, other kids would say playing dodge ball, but I would say playing spheres (圆球).14 other kids saw a red wagon (马车), I would break the wagon down in my mind into a rectangle and two circles. I was the only one that saw these "pictures" broken down into shapes, where as everyone else saw it as a 15. Now that I am a senior in high school, I sill see things in the same way.
