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There are few opportunities for me to physically go out of my city for sightseeing, and even fewer to take part in a tourist group. Such an occasion came when I was invited to a day trip to Wujiaqu, or Five Family Creek, a new farm-turned city 32 km away from Urumqi to which I’d never been before. Without the least ” consisting of people with cerebral palsy, polio, and permanent spinal cord injuries. A few sat in wheelchairs, some leaned on crutches, and still some limped around with their heads and hands turning and wringing at odd angles. They could create an attraction unique in its own! But each and every one of them wore “normal people.” There is literally nothing I cannot do in my parents’ loving care. The use of the Internet and the grasp of the English language have pushed me even further away from the consciousness that I am disabled. Right this moment when I, for the second time, stood in the cool morning air with the “lot ” waiting for the charted bus, I became more than ever conscious of my “nervous problems,” and an hour of waiting seemed like an eternity. Finally the bus arrived. I went on board with my mother and chose a seat by the window in the second row. The engine started when everyone was seated with all the wheelchairs secured in the aisle. From an attractive midget young lady two seats away on my right, I retrieved my glance and focused it on the window. Past corn fields, vineyards, and vegetable plantations, the bus came to a halt one hour later in what looked like a small parking lot of a scenic spot called “The 4th Annual Exhibition of Tulips.” Tulips! Tulips! Noble, graceful, attractive plants they are! Why is it that a plant looks to me almost like a gentle young lady? Ask Thumbelina from one of my picture books Mother used to read me when I was young – which depicted a pretty girl climbing out of a tulip-like flower I have loved tulips ever since, but was never given a chance to get a real-life sight of them un