做梦的空间（上）

My name is Peter. I was born in a country of rapid development after Reform and Opening-up called China. My father Hans, among the first batch of undergraduates since the entrance examination of university had been resumed, was trained as an engineer and, having obtained the diploma, was assigned to a radio factory. With skills and diligence, he walked his way to the top not long after his career began. Shortly afterwards, my mother Linda, a beautiful, fashionable young lady lecturing Chinese in one of the Nanjing leading schools, was introduced to him. Being well matched intellectually and characteristically, they tied the knot to no one's surprise and thereafter I was born. For the reason that both of them had far outstripped their contemporaries and they didn't want their son to be a drag for them, I was trained and demanded as stringently as a special soldier at an early age. On the other hand, it was only when I had been grown up had I some comprehension that they had lofty ideals and aims and, having been handicapped by their times and political environments, they had no other choice but lower their expectations and come to terms with what they were then. With the support of such psychology, they always seek a kind of compensation on me for what they were unable to secure, and in this way I was positioned as a child prodigy.