My name was given. I grew up with someone always giving me something, or taking it away. I’m different now. Where I grew up, there were always sandstorm during spring time. The whole sky would turn yellow and we all have to put on some scarves to fight against the sand. Mine was a red one. With it on, everything around would turn into a magical world, like a traditional Chinese wedding. Mom would also put some scarf on and she usually picked me up from kindergarten with her old squeaking bike. When we were going against the wind, it took extreme hard work to ride the bike, but she can always manage to do it. A few years later when we finally got our first car, dad would take the turn and drive me to school. The wind is no longer the problem.