The blue sky

The first memory in my life was when I was sitting at the front door of a hut where my parents and I lived in Wong Tai Sin. I was alone and the door of the house was open. The sky was blue and everything was peaceful except the running of my tears. I sobbed and tried to eat my bowl of plain rice, with some soup. I just could not eat it. It's not tasty at all. I had a mouthful of rice and I just kept the rice in my mouth until it turned into congee inside. I guess, I was about 1 or 2 years old. The space was vast and I was very small. I still remember, the first memory of the sky in my mind was blue, cool bluish blue:)