When I was six years old, my cousin in Tainan got married. Five of us, including Father, Mother, my two brothers and myself, took a taxi to the wedding party. The scenery was beautiful all along the way. When I was looking at the scenery, however, the door of the taxi suddenly opened and I fell off immediately. Father and Mother took me to a hospital at once. Fortunately, only my nose broke. After treatment, I went to the party with a "red nose."
Mother told me later that if there had been a car coming from behind us, I would have been killed. It was a close call indeed. Since then I have never taken a taxi without first making sure that the doors are closed fast.
