Writing With Family

I had started my writing journey when I was in class 1, I didn't have any platforms to write on but I had my imagination and creativeness with me. I wrote all my stories in my dad's notepad. And now when class 6th me reads this, there is always a smile on my face. I also noticed that I have changed my writing skill a lot. Today, I want to share some of my stories with you all. I don't know why I am doing this but I felt I should share this.

This was my first short story:

Ronald was a small boy. He lived with his father and mother. But Ronald had a habit of eating chocolates. His mom and dad were very worried about him. His mom got an idea. She explained the plan to his father. The next day Ronald was waiting for his bus to arrive. His father told him that when you come from school I will give him a jar full of candies and chocolates. Ronald was very happy. He was waiting for the school to get over. The school bell rang. Ronald rushed home as soon as he reached home his dad gave him the jar. Ronald ate all the chocolates in one day. The next day his teeth started to pain. His mother told him that if he had listened to us your teeth would not have been in pain now. Ronald realised his mistake. 

I wrote this when I was in UKG. My parents had praised me a lot for this. I just wrote whatever was in my mind. When I was small I had a habit of reading everything may it be my book or a newspaper. My mom accompanied me. We both underlined the articles and all grammar I was learning in UKG. My mom has a unique style of teaching, she makes hard concept too easy. I still remember once I wasn't getting how to to write the letter 'K'. My mom showed me how to do it. I thank my lovely and effortlessly funny mummy for this.

This was the second:

Once upon a time, there was a little butterfly named poppy. Poppy loved to collect nectar. 

‌One fine day, she was collecting nectar. When she was coming she flew so fast. Faster than the wind she flew. When she came home she was very tired she decided to have a nap for some time. When she woke up she noticed that her wings are fallen under the bed. She cried a lot. Her mother told her that 'whatever happens it happens for our good'. The next day all poppy's friends were collecting nectar. Suddenly, the enemies attacked her friends. As they were not aware they could not able to fight. They tried to fight but they failed. Poppy's mom told her the situation. She remembered what her mother said.

This was when I was in class 2nd or class 3rd. By that time my mom started to work in my school. So, most of the time I was with my papa. I felt comfortable and happy with him. I noticed he was such a good teacher. I usually saw him teaching his FY and SY students. Though I didn't understand anything I still loved listening to him. Now, he teaches me grammar. As classes go up studies go up too, he helps me a lot with my studies. I thank you my lovely, strong and handsome papa.

I had started with a small story and now I write huge chapters of stories. Today ie 1st June is my dad's bday. I love you dad, thank you for your boring but fun lectures which made me good at grammar. 

Some of you may not know today is the global day of parents, so try to spend most of the time with your family by making them laugh, learning some of the others from them, thanking them etc. At least make some time and sit together eat lunch, play fun game etc