我很晚熟。小学三年级了，同班同学都成群结队的时候，我只敢粘着5岁就认识的杨岚。其实我依赖她还有别的原因，她是我的第一次性体验（对不起爸妈、19年回家你们告诉我她想加我微信、我没有通过）。我现在31岁了，我觉得我可以说了。我很晚熟，但是是情感上的，不是身体上的。

银园公寓的家是我小学之前搬进去的，离开长沙之前，我的所有记忆都与那个地点有关。隔壁的省图书馆、如果院子里没有车位、我爸总会停到那边，再走几步的湖南大剧院、看了不少电影、话剧、音乐会的地方，更远一点的育英小学，也是我的小学。那之前的记忆我都比较模糊了，大概只记得之前在另外某个楼下小卖部可以买到咪咪的地方（我在湾区也买到了、前一阵买了20包、已吃完），我喜欢蓝色的虾仁味。但搬来这里之后的所有事情，即便是偶尔想不起来，我也知道全都在我脑子里。

很长一段时间，都是我爸带我去上学、我爸带我放学，后来发展成了我爸的同事的小孩（现在想起来，应该是他拜托的）叫我去上学、我放学如果晚一点点、都会被父母开始连着给老师、同学打电话。我也没想到，只是一段不到10分钟的路，我竟然走了这么多年。

ChatGPT Translation:

I was a late bloomer.

By third grade, when all my classmates had formed little cliques, I still only clung to Yang Lan, who I’d known since I was five.

To be honest, there were other reasons I was so attached to her—she was also my first sexual experience.

(Sorry, Mom and Dad—when I came home in 2019 and you told me she wanted to add me on WeChat, I didn’t accept.)

I’m 31 now. I think I can say this.

I was a late bloomer—but emotionally, not physically.

The home in Yinyuan Apartment was where we moved before I started elementary school, and before we left Changsha, all my memories were tied to that place.

The provincial library next door—if there weren’t any parking spaces in the courtyard, my dad would always park there instead.

Just a few steps farther was the Hunan Grand Theatre, where I watched movies, plays, and concerts.

A bit beyond that was Yuying Elementary School, where I went to school.

My memories before that are pretty blurry—I only vaguely remember a small shop under a different apartment building where I used to buy MiMi snacks.

(I found them again here in the Bay Area—I bought 20 packs not long ago. All gone now. I like the blue shrimp flavor.)

But everything that happened after we moved into Yinyuan, even the parts I can’t always recall clearly—I know they’re all still in my mind.

For a long time, it was always my dad who took me to school and picked me up.

Later, one of his colleague’s kids (who I now suspect he asked to look after me) started walking with me.

If I came home even a little late after school, my parents would start calling the teacher, classmates—everyone.

It’s funny now to think:

It was a walk of less than ten minutes.

And yet I spent so many years walking it.