In the beginning
My life as a pre-school child was rather a boring one, with going to kindergarten every day as the usual schedule. But every once in a while, there would be something interesting or fun that would suddenly appear out of nowhere, and it would enough to keep me happy for a day or so. these things often happen to me during the noon break periods at kindergarten, because everybody would asleep in tiny bunk beds while I was the only one awake in the room except for a duty teacher, who was either working at a cross-stitching puzzle or just simply having a break, resting in a chair. I would be lying on the top bunk bed, on thin sheets, with my eyes wide open, staring at the pattern less white ceiling, while imagining away at things such as number sequences and jet engines. Once or twice every week, I would get so bored in bed that I would get out of bed silently and sneak over to where the duty teacher is to peek at the cross-stitching the teacher is doing until I got discovered. Once, I was in bed, staring at the ceiling as usual and trying to keep myself entertained, when I thought of the different units of time. I wondered how many seconds there are in a day, and I thought it would be a great idea if I figured it out myself. Since I knew no multiplication then, I had to do it the hard way, using addition. Later, when I got home, I was so surprised when I found out 86,400, the answer I got, had been right! Now thinking back about those pre-school moments, I have to say that they were filled with fun.