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Have you got a story behind all of your stamps, Grandpa?" I asked eager to hear another account from his childhood.

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Introduction

Chapter 2 The Hawk "Have you got a story behind all of your stamps, Grandpa?" I asked eager to hear another account from his childhood. "Oh yes. Can't remember all of them though," he replied chuckling to himself. "What about...that one?" I questioned, smoothing the corners of a stamp. With a rough texture and a picture of a beige hawk. "Ah, this one! I'll never forget the story behind it because this tale has a moral!" he said. "It was a couple of months after Mrs.Mavis had given me my very first stamp when I woke up to a marvellous scene of snow through my bedroom window. The rooftops had a thick coating of melting snow, and as I observed the other children already outside, amusing themselves in the wonderful scenery, making snowmen and throwing snowballs I wanted to jump out into the cold at that instance! So, I dressed and hurriedly scurried outside. I met my next-door neighbour, Sue, and we listened to the crunching of the snow as we trod on the ground and built up our own forts and had a snowball fight. ...read more.

Middle

Over the next few days I researched the hawk and I felt a confidence in myself I had never felt before. My work improved at school, I started to make new friends and I was given a brand, new and valuable stamp by my aunt. It had a turquoise background with a crawling polar bear on it. The next day Sue and I occupied our morning with the remaining snow. After an entertaining morning, we went indoors I wanted to show Sue my collection, so I took the book off the oak shelf. To my horror, the page with my lucky hawk stamp was missing, along with ten other stamps. My body froze in disbelief and I gasped. I was flabbergasted; in a state of increasing terror, I searched my house thoroughly. The kitchen, my bedroom and even my fathers study. Still I could not find the misplaced stamps. They were nowhere to be seen. I had a sleepless night. I fidgeted, tossed and turned. I was either bothered by the chill wind or too hot to be comfortable. ...read more.

Conclusion

"Yes," I cheered triumphantly and I scampered downstairs to tell everyone. Everyone I told was delighted for me, especially Sue, who felt like she had lost a friend, as I was so depressed. I came to the conclusion a day after the stamps had been found that I must have flicked past the last page when I was looking through the album, and was so panicked that I did not bother to check properly when I looked again. There was a message behind this story and this is that luck is not real although some people believe in it. My "luck" disappeared even though I had had the hawk stamp in my collection all along. It was the thought that the stamp was lost that made me think my "luck" would go. And because I thought that I had lost luck, I lost my self-confidence, which I convinced me I was unlucky. "Confusing stuff grandpa," I said still trying to understand what had happened. "It is, but you'll understand eventually," he replied whilst turning to the fifth page of his beloved book. That was where I found a particularly interesting stamp... By Roshni Ruparelia 6P ...read more.

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