I really didn't have a remarkable childhood.
I grew up in a factory environment since birth, and now we have about 50 people working in the factory, but back then it wasn't this many, and I heard that my parents worked without any days off.
There was no time for my mother to soothe me while she was working on the sewing machine, so she would put me in a cardboard box and rock it with one foot while sewing. I was really told that I came into this world floating down a river in that cardboard box.
Looking back now, I realize I was always growing up inside the factory.
When I became aware of my surroundings, there was a knit warehouse behind our house, and I would sneak in there to play.
Surrounded by hand knitting machines, various sewing machines, and stock of products, I didn't have the awareness that it was a factory at that time.
Thinking about it now, I realize that I grew up surrounded by knitwear, which I feel has influenced me both positively and negatively.