A Story From My Childhood
In this short blog, I will share a cherished memory from my childhood that I will always remember. This story will have a sequel. Happy reading!
When I was 5 years old, I had a million dreams, and one of them was to become an Air Force Soldier. I truly wanted to be someone who could protect my country and, most importantly, my family.
My dreams inspired me to learn everything I could. When my father bought me a PS1, I always played action games like Medal Of Honor. My father taught me how to strategize in the game, and I was thrilled to learn from him. Additionally, we played chess together, and even though I often lost, my father patiently taught me the right way to play.
One day, my father made a wooden airplane and gifted it to me. It was the best gift ever, and I remember how happy I was. He knew exactly what I liked. He tied a rope to the top of the tree beside our house and attached it to the fence. He hung the wooden airplane from the rope and then threw it. The wooden airplane seemed to come down from the sky, creating a magical moment that I will always cherish.
I was eager to go to school, just like my friends. I expressed my desire to my mom, but she explained that I needed to wait one more year. After patiently waiting for a year, I finally got the chance to go to school.
