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A Foolish Act - Primary Two essay for 8 year olds by Elijah Wee, Singapore


I for one, like any growing up kid, have got myself into a number of incidents which really got me into deep trouble. Here is an essay about "A Foolish Act", I wrote during my Primary Two ( 8 years old) days in Singapore.

It was a Saturday afternoon. Tom was at a loose end after completing his work earlier. He decided to watch his favourite Spiderman television program which was showing every Saturday afternoon. He turned on the television and started watching Spiderman in action. Tom imagined that he could climb up the door grilles, like Spiderman.

Tom turned off the television and started to climb up the door grilles. Just as he was about to reach the top, his foot slipped on one of the grilles and he fell onto the hard floor with a loud thud. Tom shouted in agony and pain. His shouts woke up his parents who were taking their afternoon nap. When they saw Tom crying at the foot of the door grilles, Tom’s parents rushed forward to calm him down. On learning what had happened, they brought him to the nearby hospital.

At the hospital, the doctor told his parents that Tom’s left leg and right hand had been fractured. Tom’s parents chided him for imitating a cartoon character. Tom regretted deeply his foolish act in the afternoon.

Just wondering - would you like to share any of your escapades or an essay on such incidents? I would love to hear from you!

See you,
Elijah Wee

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