Seeing these kids singing and dancing for us, a memory from about 18 years ago started hitting me. “Old McDonald has a farm” was the first English song that I learned, and I learned it for a welcome performance for the American visitors who came to my elementary school.

          My memory is still vivid. Those foreigners were whites with advanced equipment on their hands—tiny cameras and video recorders. (Now, the camera is the bigger the better. Eighteen years ago, it was the smaller the better.) When telling my mom everything I was curious and excited about, she told me to study hard if I wanted to see more white people and to have access to the best technologies in the future.

          The things we do here are limited— the happiness we bring and the donations we give, but I hope the influence we make for the kids will last long. Like the seed I planted when I was a kid, it has grown up as the eagerness of going away from home and exploring the world.

          Everything works like a full circle, people sometimes go back to where they started without even notice. I was influenced by what I have been through, I hope these kids could also be impacted by our visit, and further pass it on.