A horse,yes,that’s the first wonderful thing I remember about my childhood.
When I was eight,I took a horse riding lesson and Dori was the first horse that I rode. 829 more words
I was just 5 years old then. The clock’s hand showed that it was 9.30 p.m., bed time for me, mom used to say. Before I lied on my comfy cloud-like matress, I put on my worn-out old pyjamas, brushed my teeth clean and took a leak. 567 more words
As our candles were distributed, tiny droplets of light flickered on random spots as more of them were handed out. The source of heat were bombarded by the winds of the night led the hands of the beholders trying as much as they could to keep them alive.. 1,728 more words