A little boy

When I was still a little boy,

I can’t say how old I was at the time,

I got to the hill to fetch mushroom;

Up on the hill I lost my way;

And God sent  a Good Samaritan to rescue me;

On his back he carried me home;

And my parents were filled with joy;

Never shall I forget that day; 

Nor the man who saved my life;

A big lesson I learned from there;

We owe so much to others known and unknown;

So let’s be kind to others known or unknown.


Childhood Revisited

What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.


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