When I was a little girl, I often daydreamed. If I were a reporter, everything would be great. I could get the latest information and report the news to the world on TV. When I walked on the street, people would recognize me and probably would shout ” OH, my god? That’s she-the perfect reporter?” Then I would feel proud of myself. In my childhood, I often stood in front of the mirror and encouraged myself, ” Hi? Girl, you have a perfect face, graceful manners and active personality. You will be good at your job. You will become a reporter, an outstanding reporter?” As time goes by, I never change my mind. I still have a strong desire to be a reporter.