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Visit to an Old Folks’ Home | Essay for 9 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

The following essay is about a "visit to an old folks' home".


     “Pupils, line up in an orderly manner before you board the bus!” the teacher reminded Jane and her fellow classmates as they moved towards the bus. Overwhelmed with joy, they chatted merrily as they boarded the bus. They were on a learning journey to the old folks’ home. The children were extremely excited as none of them had been there before. Jane and her classmates tried to contain their excitement but it was futile. They were reminded numerous times to be quiet.

     There was a song in every heart, cheerfulness in every face and a spring in every step as the pupils alighted and the pupils in twos, headed toward the old folks’ home.


     Upon entering the old folks’ home, the pupils immediately began chatting with the elderly as the minutes ticked by. Voices of the class as cheery as a sunbeam filled the old folks’ home with popular, local songs. Beaming with gratitude, the elderly thanked some pupils who had showered them with handmade gifts.


     It was a very moving experience with the residents of the old folks’ home. As the pupils departed the old folks’ home reluctantly, they waved and shouted hearty goodbyes to its residents. They had a memorable experience – one which taught them compassion and emphathy.


     The short time with the old folks had been a meaningful experience for the entire class. What made the outing to the old folks’ home heartwarming were the broad smiles and the happy chatter they had brought forth to its residents.



See you soon, 


Elijah Wee, Singapore


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