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Drawing pictures

When Billy was very small, he loved pictures. His mother often drew some for him on old pieces of paper. She was very bad at drawing, but Billy enjoyed her pictures and always wanted more.

Then, when he was a little older, Billy’s mother gave him some pencils and a drawing book, and he began drawing pictures,too, but they were never good.

When Billy was five years old, his mother gave him a small blackboard and pieces of chalk. He liked those very much. One day he was drawing a picture of his father on the blackboard. He drew lines and rubbed them out,drew more and rubbed those out, too. Ten minutes passed, but when he looked at his picture, he was not happy.

“Well,” he said at last to his mother, “I’ll put a tail on it to make it a monkey.”

Grandma Began Smiling

That day grandma ill. My parents were both out. I was very worried.

I went to grandma’s bed. She looked very ill. Looking at her white face and white hair, tears came into my eyes. I sank into deep thought.

Once when mother and I were ill, grandma took care of us all day and all night, and she became very thin and very tired, and looked even older.

Today she got ill herself, but my parents were out. I ought to look after her, too. I asked my grandma, “Grandma, would you like some hot water?” She said, “My good little gill, you are too young, you needn’t do that for me.”“Yes, I can. Grandma,” I said. “I will do it for you right now.”“Then be careful.”

I came to the kitchen, and began to heat up the water. I turned on the cooker carefully, and put the kettle down on it. Ten minutes later, the water boiled. I took a glass of water to

grandma. She saw me and began to smile. Seeing her smiling, I smiled too.

I stayed with her till my parents came back.

All of us should respect the old people.

Stories of My Childhood

Childhood usually takes up an important part in one’s lifetime. I can still remember stories of my childhood clearly. When I was a little girl, I was both lovely and naughty. I often asked my parents many stange but interesting questions, but my parents couldn’t answer properly. For instance, “Why can’t my dog speak like me but he can understand me?”My mother answered, “Because he is just a dog, an animal, only human beings can speak.”My mother couldn’t answer so many questions, at last she had to say, “You’ll find the answers to those questions when you grow up.” Therefore I had to stop asking questions.

Time flew. I was old enough to go to primary school when I was six. At that time, I