My mother i a enior high chool Englih teacher. Under tandably， he wanted her daughter to pick up Englih early to give her an edge to later tudy， which I did not undertand at the age of eight. I wa o obeed with fun and game that I hated to tay peacefully with all thoe trange phonetic ymbol and odd word. I wondered what pleaure Mother eemed to have found in teaching me A，B， C. Wan't teaching at chool tire ome enough for her? I went on trike， refuing to pell a ingle word no matter how tender or evere Mother tried to be with me. For the firt time in my life， Mother beat me， imprinting on my mind. The phyical pain wa gone long， long ago. But I have finally come to undertand how it pained my mother to beat me for my obtinacy and diobedience， and I ache at her pain.