They Were Very Happy

When I was a child, I was told if I dug a hole deep enough I would reach China. I asked, how long would it take to dig such a deep hole? And they laughed. But I was serious, even at that age. I had a need to make fantasy real, or die trying. So I did die many times, and my imagination kept re-birthing me. It got tiresome after awhile. China was no closer, and the shovels were really heavy. Still at night when I was very much alone in my attic bedroom, the rest of the family asleep downstairs, I distantly heard people speaking in Chinese. They were very happy, and were planning a big party for my arrival, which they considered imminent.