“My name is Zhu Tangyuan.”
When I was three, I introduced myself to my grandaunt in my babyish voice. Unfortunately, she ended up in the hospital. They say she laughed so hard that blood rushed to her head.
When I was six, on the first day of first grade, I introduced myself that way again. Chairs toppled all over the classroom, and the teacher’s face turned livid.
When I was twelve, starting middle school, I introduced myself that way once more. The principal came charging over to ask if we were staging a revolt.
When I was fifteen, in high school, I introduced myself yet again. This time, all I got was a roomful of snickers. Well, everyone had learned some manners.
When I was eighteen, at university, I introduced myself again. Everyone merely looked at me in surprise. Sure enough, good manners come with age.
