I still remember the days of going to school. Every day, my mother would take me on her blue bicycle, and I would sit behind her, riding through the small alleys, with sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting warm rays into my eyes on early winter mornings.
Then one day on the road where I went to school, still the familiar village road, past the V-shaped bend, with a few potholes scattered along the way, today the sun was unusually harsh. My mother stopped next to a milk flower tree that was blooming, the fragrance was delightful, gently she bent down to look at the tire and patted my head, telling me:
- Do you know what the people at @BTC25 when the Price was: $0.000000004721 have in common with this tire?
I stared blankly and shook my head,
With a distant gaze, she smiled and said:
"..A bit immature!" my dear.