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My Elementary Day's

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

Starting from my first days of life, my parents did everything to please me; additionally, they always tried to do their best to develop my literacy skills and help me to become smarter. I always loved learning and each time when they made up some game or a new interaction, it was great fun to play. I had no idea that learning could be challenging because each task that they offered was easy to accomplish and absolutely doable for me. I grew up knowing that there was no process more exciting than learning. Besides, at the back of my mind, I was convinced that every new thing I learned was changing me for better. When I became a schoolgirl, my parents were pleased whenever my grades were excellent. I wanted them to feel pleased and happy all the time. At the beginning, I strived to get an A to deserve some reward; for instance, getting some ice cream seemed to be a sufficient motivation for me to learn a long text or do loads of assignments.My Memoir

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

Starting from my first days of life, my parents did everything to please me; additionally, they always tried to do their best to develop my literacy skills and help me to become smarter. I always loved learning and each time when they made up some game or a new interaction, it was great fun to play. I had no idea that learning could be challenging because each task that they offered was easy to accomplish and absolutely doable for me. I grew up knowing that there was no process more exciting than learning. Besides, at the back of my mind, I was convinced that every new thing I learned was changing me for better. When I became a schoolboy, my parents were pleased whenever my grades were excellent. I wanted them to feel pleased and happy all the time. At the beginning, I strived to get an A to deserve some reward; for instance, getting some ice cream seemed to be a sufficient motivation for me to learn a long text or do loads of assignments. Same thing as doing house chores before I slack on doing it but whenever I think of getting a reward after finishing all of it felt really satisfying.

My parents made sure that I have a balance lifestyle as well not just studies but they let me play outside on my vacant time.

I used to play tumba lata, habolan and tago- tagoan. It flash all my memories back when I was a kid when I saw them playing. Yes, I was one of those kids who played it too.

Maybe all kinds of games before i played it all. I remember myself being caught into trouble, get injured and, as I went home I always get scolded and spank as part of discipline.

I can say that those jumping and hiding are worth it, satisfying my younghood and considering it as a step of growing. We used to play it outside of our grandfather’s house when we were a kid, but we stopped playing it when my grandfather died. It was a sunday morning when my uncle came to our house and spoke with my mother. I could tell something was wrong. Her voice was shaky, and she was crying. She told me that my grandfather had passed away in his sleep. I couldn't believe it. My grandfather had been sick for a while, but we never thought it would happen so suddenly.

My grandfather was my role model and my best friend. He was always there for me when I needed him, and he was the one who taught me how to ride a bike and how to be a good person. He had a smile that could light up a room, and he had a heart of gold.

I didn't know how to react to the news. I was in shock, and I couldn't stop crying. I didn't want to believe that he was gone. I felt like I had lost a part of my childhood, and I didn't know how to move on.We looked at old photos and talked about the good times we had with him. It was both comforting and painful to remember him.

Looking back, I realize that losing my grandfather was a life-changing experience. It taught me the value of family, love, and memories. It also taught me that life is fragile and that we should cherish every moment we have with our loved ones. I may have lost him, but I will always carry him in my heart. He will always be my role model and my best friend.

My sad day was a day that taught me valuable lessons about life, love, and loss. It was

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My Elementary Day's

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

Starting from my first days of life, my parents did everything to please me; additionally, they always tried to do their best to develop my literacy skills and help me to become smarter. I always loved learning and each time when they made up some game or a new interaction, it was great fun to play. I had no idea that learning could be challenging because each task that they offered was easy to accomplish and absolutely doable for me. I grew up knowing that there was no process more exciting than learning. Besides, at the back of my mind, I was convinced that every new thing I learned was changing me for better. When I became a schoolgirl, my parents were pleased whenever my grades were excellent. I wanted them to feel pleased and happy all the time. At the beginning, I strived to get an A to deserve some reward; for instance, getting some ice cream seemed to be a sufficient motivation for me to learn a long text or do loads of assignments.My Memoir

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

Starting from my first days of life, my parents did everything to please me; additionally, they always tried to do their best to develop my literacy skills and help me to become smarter. I always loved learning and each time when they made up some game or a new interaction, it was great fun to play. I had no idea that learning could be challenging because each task that they offered was easy to accomplish and absolutely doable for me. I grew up knowing that there was no process more exciting than learning. Besides, at the back of my mind, I was convinced that every new thing I learned was changing me for better. When I became a schoolboy, my parents were pleased whenever my grades were excellent. I wanted them to feel pleased and happy all the time. At the beginning, I strived to get an A to deserve some reward; for instance, getting some ice cream seemed to be a sufficient motivation for me to learn a long text or do loads of assignments. Same thing as doing house chores before I slack on doing it but whenever I think of getting a reward after finishing all of it felt really satisfying.

My parents made sure that I have a balance lifestyle as well not just studies but they let me play outside on my vacant time.

I used to play tumba lata, habolan and tago- tagoan. It flash all my memories back when I was a kid when I saw them playing. Yes, I was one of those kids who played it too.

Maybe all kinds of games before i played it all. I remember myself being caught into trouble, get injured and, as I went home I always get scolded and spank as part of discipline.

I can say that those jumping and hiding are worth it, satisfying my younghood and considering it as a step of growing. We used to play it outside of our grandfather’s house when we were a kid, but we stopped playing it when my grandfather died. It was a sunday morning when my uncle came to our house and spoke with my mother. I could tell something was wrong. Her voice was shaky, and she was crying. She told me that my grandfather had passed away in his sleep. I couldn't believe it. My grandfather had been sick for a while, but we never thought it would happen so suddenly.

My grandfather was my role model and my best friend. He was always there for me when I needed him, and he was the one who taught me how to ride a bike and how to be a good person. He had a smile that could light up a room, and he had a heart of gold.

I didn't know how to react to the news. I was in shock, and I couldn't stop crying. I didn't want to believe that he was gone. I felt like I had lost a part of my childhood, and I didn't know how to move on.We looked at old photos and talked about the good times we had with him. It was both comforting and painful to remember him.

Looking back, I realize that losing my grandfather was a life-changing experience. It taught me the value of family, love, and memories. It also taught me that life is fragile and that we should cherish every moment we have with our loved ones. I may have lost him, but I will always carry him in my heart. He will always be my role model and my best friend.

My sad day was a day that taught me valuable lessons about life, love, and loss. It was

[rosefalcutila]

My Elementary Day's

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

Starting from my first days of life, my parents did everything to please me; additionally, they always tried to do their best to develop my literacy skills and help me to become smarter. I always loved learning and each time when they made up some game or a new interaction, it was great fun to play. I had no idea that learning could be challenging because each task that they offered was easy to accomplish and absolutely doable for me. I grew up knowing that there was no process more exciting than learning. Besides, at the back of my mind, I was convinced that every new thing I learned was changing me for better. When I became a schoolgirl, my parents were pleased whenever my grades were excellent. I wanted them to feel pleased and happy all the time. At the beginning, I strived to get an A to deserve some reward; for instance, getting some ice cream seemed to be a sufficient motivation for me to learn a long text or do loads of assignments.My Memoir

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.

Starting from my first days of life, my parents did everything to please me; additionally, they always tried to do their best to develop my literacy skills and help me to become smarter. I always loved learning and each time when they made up some game or a new interaction, it was great fun to play. I had no idea that learning could be challenging because each task that they offered was easy to accomplish and absolutely doable for me. I grew up knowing that there was no process more exciting than learning. Besides, at the back of my mind, I was convinced that every new thing I learned was changing me for better. When I became a schoolboy, my parents were pleased whenever my grades were excellent. I wanted them to feel pleased and happy all the time. At the beginning, I strived to get an A to deserve some reward; for instance, getting some ice cream seemed to be a sufficient motivation for me to learn a long text or do loads of assignments. Same thing as doing house chores before I slack on doing it but whenever I think of getting a reward after finishing all of it felt really satisfying.

My parents made sure that I have a balance lifestyle as well not just studies but they let me play outside on my vacant time.

I used to play tumba lata, habolan and tago- tagoan. It flash all my memories back when I was a kid when I saw them playing. Yes, I was one of those kids who played it too.

Maybe all kinds of games before i played it all. I remember myself being caught into trouble, get injured and, as I went home I always get scolded and spank as part of discipline.

I can say that those jumping and hiding are worth it, satisfying my younghood and considering it as a step of growing. We used to play it outside of our grandfather’s house when we were a kid, but we stopped playing it when my grandfather died. It was a sunday morning when my uncle came to our house and spoke with my mother. I could tell something was wrong. Her voice was shaky, and she was crying. She told me that my grandfather had passed away in his sleep. I couldn't believe it. My grandfather had been sick for a while, but we never thought it would happen so suddenly.

My grandfather was my role model and my best friend. He was always there for me when I needed him, and he was the one who taught me how to ride a bike and how to be a good person. He had a smile that could light up a room, and he had a heart of gold.

I didn't know how to react to the news. I was in shock, and I couldn't stop crying. I didn't want to believe that he was gone. I felt like I had lost a part of my childhood, and I didn't know how to move on.We looked at old photos and talked about the good times we had with him. It was both comforting and painful to remember him.

Looking back, I realize that losing my grandfather was a life-changing experience. It taught me the value of family, love, and memories. It also taught me that life is fragile and that we should cherish every moment we have with our loved ones. I may have lost him, but I will always carry him in my heart. He will always be my role model and my best friend.

My sad day was a day that taught me valuable lessons about life, love, and loss. It was