Elijah's Life Experiences

Here is another version of "Visit to an Old Folks' Home" which I did up when I was 9 years old (Primary three grade in Singapore).              “Yay!” one of Mike’s friends, Tom, exclaimed excitedly.   “We are going to an old folks’ home.”   Mike and his friends had volunteered to go on a trip to the old folks’ home as part of their school’s Community Involvement Programme.   The pupils were all bubbling with excitement as it was their first visit to an old folks’ home.   After their teacher, Mrs Lim had briefed them about the activities that were for the day, they were soon en route to St Michael’s Old Folks’ Home.                Half an hour of a smooth bus journey and they arrived at their destination at 2pm sharp.   After everyone had alighted and assembled in front of the school bus, their teacher, Mrs Lim, gave the pupils a second briefing on their upcoming performance for...

An essay I wrote when I was 9 years old, here is "Incident of the runaway dog" - hope you enjoy this.             Hazel was walking home from school. Unexpectedly, she noticed her best friend Alice was frowning with anxiety as she reached the other side of the road. Bursting with curiosity, Hazel decided to find out what had happened.             When Hazel approached Alice, she enquired from her, “What just happened?” her voice full of concern for Alice. “My dog, Jewel, leapt over the white fence that surrounds our house.” She did so as she had seen a black cat. She must have wanted to chase it,” Alice replied with tears streaming down her cheeks. After Hazel had comforted her, she suggested that they look for Jewel. Alice nodded her head in agreement, wiping her tears away.             As quick...

Here is a piece of work I did up during my Primary Three December school holidays - " Incident of the broken vase – a case of trying to multi-task" . “I will be back in the evening, Sammi,” Sammi’s mother, Mrs Muthu informed Sammi. Sammi replied,”When both of you get back, I promise that every nook and cranny of the house will be spick and span.” Sammi had volunteered to clean up the house while her parents attended a wedding dinner. When Sammi’s parents left, Sammi began cleaning the house. She mopped the marble floor and swept meticulously every part of the house. When she was almost done, she smiled broadly, appreciative of a job well done. However, there was still more thing to do and that was to wipe the dust off the furniture. Without hesitation, she started working on it. As she was dusting, it then dawned on her that her favourite cartoon had just started. Sharing rooted to the ground, she was in a dilemma for a while as to whether to wipe Mr...

Here is an essay "Clean up after your own mess at home" - an easy thing to say but sometimes (much to the displeasure of my dad and mom) pretty difficult thing to do ;-)             The house was grandly furnished with expensive marble flooring and oak wood furniture. The large chandeliers hung from the ceiling in the brightly lit living room. An ornamental vase from China a leather sofa especially ordered in from Europe complemented the lavish interior design of Mrs Tan’s home. Beads of perspiration trickled down her cheeks as Mrs Tan finished with the mopping of the living room. She then went back into her master bedroom and plonked herself onto her king size bed. Her wide grin said it all – she was delighted to be finally home.             Mrs Tan’s sons, Jack and Mike, were chattering away happily, and feeling triumphant at their football team’s v...

Here is another version of an "Encounter with a burglar" which I wrote during my Primary Three school holidays when I was 9 years old.             Helen put down the pen. She had just finished writing the last chapter of her storybook. She could hear the howling of the wind outside. Just then, the door of her study room slammed shut. Startled, Helen decided to open the door. Slowly and carefully, she opened it and looked around the dark house as fear intensified. As Helen walked down the flight of stairs, she noticed that the living room was in a mess. Magazines were scattered all over the floor and a pillow from a sofa was missing. Fear engulfed her. She concluded that a robber may have broken into her house and was currently rummaging through her belongings.             Helen decided to check all the rooms in her house. With a flick of the s...