This is the very first short story I wrote. Any comments are welcome.
I was born in 1940 in Hong Kong, a city next to southern China. It was a small but strategic British colony with a good harbor. At that time, the 2nd World War was rolling over to this part of Asia. My first childhood memory was when I was probably 3 years old. By then, the Japanese has joined the German axis in the World War. It continued its invasion of China and had occupied Hong Kong.
At home when my mother wanted me to defecate, she would often ask me to sit on a spittoon instead occupying the only ceramics fixed toilet in the house. Spittoons were common in old China. They are enamel-coated steel containers to be placed on the floor for people to spit into, especially their throat phlegm. To me, as this spittoon is mobile, I wouldn't sit still and dragged it around the floor.
One day, my defecation session on the spittoon was etched in my memory. While I was sitting there bottomless, I was not at home. Standing around me were strangers, mostly adults, and some children. Why? They were neighbors from upstairs and downstairs neighbors from the same four-storey building where we lived. They were gathering together in a common area at the building's ground floor, to shelter from air raid bombings.
The incident was clearly embarrassing even for a young child. There I was sitting there bottomless among strangers including children. Thinking back, this must be the reason why even when as an adult, I sometimes have strange embarrassing dreams where I was walking outdoors bottomless. Gosh!



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