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Personal And Imaginative Writing: An Important Event

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Personal And Imaginative Writing: An Important Event It was July the fifteenth 1991 on a normal school day and it was time for me to wake up in order to get ready for nursery. My mum entered my room and whipped open my bedroom curtains. A bright beam of morning light lit up my room; due to the brightness it was difficult for me to see. I sat up still in my bed covers; my mum approached me and knelt down beside my bed. ''Yah lah'' my mum said speaking in Arabic. She was telling me to 'Come on'. ''Get up, you need to get ready for nursery.'' ''Ok,'' I replied. Following my mum as she left my room, I swung my legs around to the side of the bed so that they were hanging off. I stretched out my arms and legs as I would have done every morning whilst waking up. With the tiredness overtaking my body, I dragged myself to the bathroom to get cleaned up. ...read more.

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Treasuring every moment I spent with them, I took my time slowly putting them on. On that day I also wore clothes that matched my trainers, a red and blue jumper and blue jeans. Eventually I finished getting ready and my dad took hold of my hand and we left. In comparison with many of the other children who had to travel long distances to get to school I counted myself lucky. It usually took me less than two minutes to get to school. When I was feeling particularly energetic it took even less time. As me and my dad approached the school gates it was time for him to let me go. I was now left to run wild in the world of adventure that was the school playground. "Badruddin behave yourself and be a good boy. I will pick you up when you finish, ok?'' This was the same thing he had said everyday, and each day I listened carefully even though I knew what was coming. ...read more.

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As I approached the gates I was thrilled to see her standing there with the warm smile she still possesses till this day. I suddenly felt a boost of energy so I ran towards her. I was running so fast that I was whizzing past all the school kids like a bullet and I could feel the warm summer breeze blowing against my face. ''Mummy!'' I shouted from the top of my lungs. ''Hello wil di'' said my mum as I jumped on her giving her the tight, warm hug. ''Yah lah, lets go home'' she continued. ''O-K!'' I replied breathlessly. When I finally got to my front door I could smell the food that my mum had prepared for us. Whilst imagining the luxurious taste of my mum's food, my mouth started to water. I licked my lips and started to jump impatiently. I struggled a bit while carefully yet quickly took off my new trainers. I then remember running through the big white wooden door, which was characterised by a silver letter box and plate that had our door number engraved onto it. ...read more.

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