Short Stories and Other Crap

Terrible English Thing

So this is a writing  assignment I did in English. I'm well aware that its not good but still give it a read. 

The topic was the importance of considering other perspectives? 

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      Photos are like little bits of time forever frozen, which is why my mother and I were so careful as we sorted through a box of photos. Each had a memory attached to it though, not all my own. When I stopped to reflect, I remember the events that had surrounded some of the photos. I didn't stop long though, because there were so many. That was until bright chaotic colours caught my eye. It was a photo of four children in vibrant rain jackets, and little rubber boots. Their faces painted with joy and excitement, though I'm not sure why. Then a smile crept on my face as I remembered that day. Running and jumping in puddles with my friends, splashing our little raincoats with mud. Kicking water at each other and watching worms ......

"Dear what are you looking at?" Mother asked, breaking my trance.

"Oh... Just thinking back to after this photo was taken and the fun we had in the rain,"I explained as I showed her the picture.

"I see, you were much younger then," She stated as she studied the picture, " What do you remember?" Mom asked with a smile.

" I was jumping in the puddles with Saasha, we filled our boots water, soaking our socks. I think we played with some worms too," I told her as I looked out the window.

"I remember that, anything more?" Mom inquired

"I'm not sure? I think we might have played tag for a while, and I remember laughing lot. I'm not sure but I think I might have laid in a gutter for a bit? " I looked over to mom, who only nodded, " I remember the joy and excitement and also childish fascination, that was until our fun was cut short. You told us we had to stop, not giving any reason why. When we asked you it was time to go but I thought you were cutting short our fun," I stated.

" Okay, so that's what you remember. I can tell you a little bit more," Mom said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well you see dear one of your friends, Scott, the boy with pale skin, was a rather fragile child. We had to be extra careful with him as he had an immune problem, I believe he had a transplant of some kind," Mom explained. My eyes widened as I processed this information.

"Wow, well I'm surprised you never told me. Did you think I would not understand," I said, mom nodded. "I guess you had to be more careful with him," I said.

"That's right. I didn't want you to worry about it back then," Mom explained me, " Lets see what else we can find!" she added, beginning to go through the box once again. With one last look at the bright photo, I reluctantly followed suit.

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Constructive criticism would be nice.