Look at that little cotton-padded jacket on the bed, look at the red sweet potato in my hand, look at the loving and kind faces of my grandparents, and then take a closer look at the dim old room around me. I am certain that I have returned to 1976.,What's the worry You, a seven-year-old kid now, acting like you're a one hundred sixty-pound strongman A big sweet potato like this should be easy enough to hold on to, why worry about getting bumped,The clear water reflected a youthful and pretty face, which bore a resemblance to my son when he was seven or eight years old. 。Everyone says my son and I look very similar when we were young. It seems I'm definitely back. 。。