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Nandanaa Raju(6)

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Creative Writing Task 1

Earliest Memories

My brother was admiring himself in the mirror. Probably,  proud that he got his new year T-shirt. His eyes were gleaming with pride, his hands adjusting his shirt and his stiff hair. His face had a child-like glee.

    A place where I always wanted to play. Even though I could not there all the time, my heart always yearns to be there. The corridor outside my house but in India. I did not need toys and objects to place with sand but just friends.

    My sofa which was with me since the day I shifted to a house in Singapore. It has been always with me and will be with me forever. It was with my when I played, laughed, talked, cried, slept, ate, studied and more. Even though is also my age, it takes good care of me and is beside me all the time. I love my sofa. It is not only a sofa but also a soulmate.

Creative writing task 1 (Rae)

                                 

My earliest memories

   One of my earliest memories was my mother. She was still pretty young when I was a young child. Her hair, solid black, was smooths, shiny, at shoulder length, with her fringe touching her eyes. Her face, with rosy cheeks, was not extremely smooth but was not full of wrinkles either. She loved listening to old Chinese and Cantonese songs, and would sometimes hum the tune of it when she was doing housework.

    A place i used to play in was my uncle’s house. It was a terrace house, 3 stories high. At the gate, was a metal swing. It was old, with the white paint chipping off, but my cousins and I still enjoyed playing with it. Of course, as young, active kids, we loved climbing up and down on the staircase, our steps making loud, irritating noises. We would play until we were exhausted and out of breath, but would only be satisfied if we were.

   A place in my earliest memory is my home. I grew up there, so it gives me a sense of security. I remember, the kitchen, was the place i was most interested in. When my father was baking cookies, i would always try to help. The kitchen always had a smell of appetising food when someone was cooking, and even if no one was, i would always rummage the cupboard for titbits, and would never leave empty handed.

   This were my earliest memories