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A lesson learnt | Primary School Essay for kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

"A lesson learnt" - my next essay may ring a bell with some of you readers ;-)

            The computer emitted a loud ka-boom.

            I was playing the latest PC game “Call of Duty Black Ops 2”. The game was rather enthralling and I was glued to my seat for hours upon end. My face was as cheery as a sunbeam and I exclaimed happily, “Ha! Ha! This level is so easy!” Grinning from ear to ear, I continued playing. Time seemed to fly by even without me realising it. Dusk has set and darkness soon engulfed us.

            “Sean, come out for dinner! I have cooked your favourite crispy chicken wings!” Mother’s call seemed to express a motive to stop me from playing and to come out for dinner. However, my irritated reply reverberated around the house. “Just wait a few more seconds!” “All right! But please come out quick.” Mother replied with a huge sigh. Was that too much to ask?

            The “few seconds” dragged on and soon extended to two hours. However, I did not have a care in the world. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. After all, playing “Call of Duty Black Ops 2” became second nature to me, a habit that was irrevocably irreversible.

            This action was indeed foolish for the consequences later on were rather painful.

            Deep in slumber, I unexpectedly woke up with a startle to an excruciating gastric pain. This was totally unexpected. I convulsed and clutched my stomach tightly. I felt like a tennis ball was hitting my stomach unrelentlingly. Is there a war raging inside my stomach? A stupid thought struck me. Too agonised to think of an answer, I dismissed the thought immediately. My face seemed to turn as pale as death. Inevitably, I called out loudly for Mother.

            “What’s wrong?” Mother frowned with anxiety as she enquired from me, her tone filled with anxiety. Summoning all of my remaining strength, I narrated to Mother what I had been experiencing. Hearing my story, Mother rushed me to the nearest clinic without hesitation.

            “Sean, can you tell me more about what happened?” The doctor gently enquired from me, his facial expression displaying genuine concern. Narrating what I had witnessed, the doctor told me sternly that food was important for my growth. “How can you play computer games and neglect your dinner?” the doctor disclosed. Almost instantly, my face turned as red as a tomato. Looking at the doctor and Mother sheepishly, I apologised for my irresponsible actions and promised never to have it repeated ever again.


            That day would be a bad, if not, the worst day of my childhood. The experience was rather traumatizing. Since this incident, I never dared to skip meals, As the saying aptly puts it, “Once bitten twice shy.” How true!

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