My family has three colors, "orange" father -- kind,sunshine, sometimes temper, "red" mother -- hot, love temper, only good-natured, "blue" I -- naughty, always have strange ideas, as lovely as The Smurfs. My fatherusually to me is not fierce, but strict very fierce, remember that when one thing still linger in my mind, the thing is, I'm going to kindergarten age, but I don't want to go, dad is very kind to me said: "the kindergarten is fun let's go." But I still refused to go, this angered father, he loudly said: "go to". This time my voice cries dumb, I finally went to the. The next stage is the "red" my mother, she usually also to me than father more fierce, she is very kind at heart but the first grade primary school, I also had such athing. Encourage + fierce = brave this day, to all theschool prepared me in the morning, waiting for my mother sent me to school, but mother is said to me: "I still do today, you go to school." I do not agree with, suddenly Ithink mom head was on fire, in order to put out themother's head on fire, I have to go to school, there is acrossroads in front of my house, going through there to get to school, but I didn't dare to cross the road, that's why I refused to go to school alone. Where my heart in his throat, where I stand for a few minutes, decided to close your eyes to wear in the past, Ah me through I went to seethe school bell, alas, late! Although this late, but I am a person can go to school alone. The "blue" I very lively,naughty, have a math class I put the rubber accidentallythrown to the front, I want to go, but now have a class, so Ilie on the ground, climb to pick, this scene was my classmate and teacher saw, made me very embarrassed.All the students laugh, this is me. I love my family "orangeand blue", I love my parents.