An interesting person should have a lot of intrigue in his brain and should have a curious characteristic. So the adjective "interesting" seems to be the best word to describe me, there is no other better word. All my old friends know that I am a person full of intrigue and happiness. At every important party I am always invited to be the joker. For these reasons I believe I am the most interesting person I know. Interesting things weren't strange to me when I was young. I still remember that when I was in elementary school I always thought about the difference between boys and girls. The most interesting question was why boys and girls went to different bathrooms and what was the difference between the "equipment" inside the bathrooms. This question was always spinning in my brain. I once asked my father about it, but maybe because my father grew up in a traditional Chinese family where no one could talk about sex, his response was "you'll know when you get older!" which made me frustrated. Because I was extremely interested in the matter, so I once decided to exchange the male bathroom card with the female bathroom card to see what would happen. The consequence was that no one knew how to use the "equipment" in the swapped bathrooms. Finally, my class teacher who blamed me for deceiving classmates, told me about the differences between boys and girls. Until I entered high school, I still didn't change my naughty characteristics. I have a very interesting experience to share with you: once my brother drove me to school in his new Honda sports car, he drove faster at my request because I was going to be late. He floored the accelerator and the sports car activated its V-tech function, in no more than 5 seconds the sports car reached sixty miles per hour on the road it should have been traveling at most thirty-five miles per hour. Unfortunately, we were unknowingly caught in an automated speed camera hidden somewhere on the road, which measured our speed using radar and photographed our car. Two days later I received a forty dollar bill and a photo of my brother's car. In lieu of payment I sent a photograph valued at forty dollars to the police department. Several days later, my brother told me that he had received a strange letter from the police department that contained a hundred dollar fine and a photo of handcuffs.