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Recalling my first day at school

I am a Primary Six student in De La Salle School. I enjoy
going to school because I have many friends. However, I
still remember how frightened and lonely I felt on my first
day at school.

That morning, my mother drove me to school. I felt
frightened when I saw so many students running about in
the school field.

I joined a queue and was brought into Class 1A by my
teacher, Mrs. Devi. I was in tears when my mother left.
Many of my class-mates were also crying and Mrs. Devil
had a hard time pacifying us. She played some games
with us to make us talk about ourselves. Soon, I got to
know a few friends.

Suddenly, we heard a bell ringing loudly and we started
packing our things. However, Mrs. Devi told us it was only
a break and led us to the canteen. I was glad to see my
mother waiting for me with a bowl of prawn noodles. As I
ate, I told her about my new friends.

After recess, another teacher came into our class and we
sang nursery rhymes.

At the end of the day, I was no longer frightened or lonely.
My parents were glad when I told them I was looking
forward to going to school the next day.

My most precious possession

My most precious possession is a bullet. Well, to be more
accurate, it is a bullet that has been fired from a revolver.
It no longer has the normal shape of a bullet. It looks more
like a twenty sen coin now. It became shaped like this
after it hit a metal post in the shooting range.

Our possessions are usually what we intentionally went
out to get. In the case of this misshapen bullet it was not
so. I never intended to get it nor think it would become my
most precious possession. Things sort of just happened
without my trying.

It began one day about a year ago when my brother took
me to the shooting range. He is a keen member of the
local gun club and sometimes I tag along with him when
he goes for shooting practice. It was on one of these
occasions that I got this precious possession.

I was watching him shoot some targets with his 0.38
revolver when he asked me whether I would like to have a
go. I grabbed the opportunity. I had never fired a gun
before in my life and was always waiting for an opportunity
like this. First he showed me the safety procedure. Then
he showed me how to shoot the pistol.

So I followed his instructions and held the revolver in both
hands. I took aim at a man-shaped target some distance
away and pulled the trigger. I heard a loud crack even

though I was wearing earmuffs. I saw the bullet hit a metal
post way off the target. I even heard a soft “ting” as the
bullet struck the post and rebounded. My brother reminded
me to hold the gun more firmly so that the bullet went
where I was aiming at. I corrected myself and tried again.
The second time I was more successful. I hit the target.
Feeling a bit more confident I fired the revolver until it was
empty. Out of five shots I hit the target with three. It was
quite good for my first go at shooting.

My brother took the revolver back and continued his
shooting practice. After the practice we went over to the
target to see how well he had done. He did not do too bad
at all.

While we were examining the target my eyes came upon a
tiny grey object on the ground. Out of curiosity I picked it
up. It was a flattened bullet, the result of the bullet’s
collision with a metal post. I showed it to my brother. He
said it was the first one I fired that hit the metal post. I
looked at it with disbelief. Here was the result of my first
shot with a pistol. How many people get to keep the first
bullet they ever fired? Perhaps I was the only one.

So I decided to keep the bullet as a memento. It is still with
me to this day.