My story today is about one of my classmate. It was when I was on 6 grade (1st grade of Secondary school). I was 11 years old, so were my classmates. You know, when you were 11, you was totally a child.I remember in my class, there was a boy (his name begins with T). He was tall, good looking ( I'm not sure my memory is right or wrong).He told his friend that he liked me. Than everyone in my class knew about that. They told, they smiled and they joked. I didn't like to be in that situation. I felt annoyed. I was bothered by jokes.One day my English teacher called his name to read a text. She needed one more to read with him. Our classmates shouted my name. I felt really disliked. But that was my teacher 's order so I couldn't deny. I saw my teacher chuckled.I usually walked after class. Some day T and his friends walked behind me. He /They wanted to know where my house was. But after class I didn't go home. I came to my mother 's office or to my sister 's school. Than my mother would pick us home by motorbike. (my home was far from school).I had a tale at the age of 11. (What a goal !) Almost girls like to have a tale but with that age, of course I didn't like. I hated! A lot! (very inconvenient).I also remember one day, in the interval at school, my classmates pulled him and me together. I was VERE VERY VERY VERY VERY angry. I was their joke. I hated that guy very much!But anyway, now I know at that time, he saved his child love for me. It was very cute. But it was destroyed by our friends. We were all kids. And when you are too young, if a guy has feeling with a girl, it will make people to be curious. That is very strange for everyone.I also remember he was sad because I hated him. (but what could I do, I was a kid too). He told his friend he liked me because I wasn't a nosher. What a crazy reason! I didn't eat out because my mother didn't give me money.One day he bought me a present as the advice of his adviser (his friends) - I think. It was a nice pen in a nice box. I think it was not a cheap one. He gave me in the class but I didn't receive. They took it in my coat 's hat and I sent back.Class end, I walked with one friend to my sister 's school. My mother was waiting there to pick my sister and me home.My friend met my mother, she sent my mother the pen box and told where it came from. What the hell !!!Coming back home, my mother asked me... ... what I felt and what I would do. I said I didn't like, I would send bank.The following day, I put the pen box on his table's drawer. I think he was sad. I remember he cried because of me one time but I 'm not sure when.In the next grade, I moved on a new class. It was new beginning for me and I hoped nobody knew about my old story. I would not be bothered with joke.Now looking back, I think my mother arranged me in new class. She might asked my teachers to protect me; not to joke and to tell my friend too.( chuckle: smile quietlyInterval: breaking timeNosh: eat out in the interval.)
To setareh: our memories are worth so I want to remember them. in the past i use yahoo's blog. I had very many memories there. but then they stop working. I lost them all. I fell really bad. I can recover them.
My sister, she has dayly book to write down all her activies. I think it is great to remember our activities.
With me I want to write here in MyEC my sweet memories to remember and hope other members enjoy like me.
To be honest I have forgotten most of my memories from my childhood. Sometimes when my kids ask me momy tell us something from your childhood, but I have only few memories. Unlike me my sister can remember almost every moment of her childhood and her times at school. Whenever she asked me about some of our common memories, my reaction would be really! When! I can't remember it.:D
We all have that childhood experience that can be very embarrassing but as we grow older and we look back on those years we realize they were not so bad, sometimes even fun to look back to. Thank you for sharing a bit of your childhood. :)
To Nimzaf: I always want to share the real stories because they are very lively and interesting to read. And I also want to hear about your love story with your wife. Would you like to tell us one day :)!
To Mist: thanks for your pretty picture.
To Elen: do you get one like this, do you want to share!
To Mishaikh: your comments are always different each time. Thank you!
Oh what a lovely live story. The way you expressed your story is very very interesting and admirable.I know this is an unforgettable memory in your life.Thanks for sharing.
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To setareh: our memories are worth so I want to remember them. in the past i use yahoo's blog. I had very many memories there. but then they stop working. I lost them all. I fell really bad. I can recover them.
My sister, she has dayly book to write down all her activies. I think it is great to remember our activities.
With me I want to write here in MyEC my sweet memories to remember and hope other members enjoy like me.
We all have that childhood experience that can be very embarrassing but as we grow older and we look back on those years we realize they were not so bad, sometimes even fun to look back to. Thank you for sharing a bit of your childhood. :)
To Nimzaf: I always want to share the real stories because they are very lively and interesting to read. And I also want to hear about your love story with your wife. Would you like to tell us one day :)!
To Mist: thanks for your pretty picture.
To Elen: do you get one like this, do you want to share!
To Mishaikh: your comments are always different each time. Thank you!
Innocently nice!
Awww... in something new in your life, like this situation, you don't know how to react and behave, especially when you are a kid :) Sweet story :)
Very nice . Thanks for sharing.
hahah....interesting. it was nice to read.