A Nightmare in Snow

A Nightmare in Snow

It was winter and we had so much snow, so my brother and I went to the toboggan hill to toboggan. I was 5 and my brother was 6 years old. It was a very cold but sunny day and there were so many children from our village to have fun. Some children had skis or glide shoes but we had a sledge. Well, we had much fun the whole day until something had happened.

I stood on the hill and looked at my brother while he was tobogganing with our big sledge with a green rope. When he stopped down the hill I could see that an older boy was walking towards my brother. He was maybe one head taller than my brother. Then I saw that the older boy pushed my brother so hard that he fell down into the snow then the boy beat my brother and stole our big sledge. This moment I realized, what happened and ran as fast as I could down the hill towards my brother. We tried to run afterwards the boy to get our big sledge back but we were not quick enough. I was crying and my brother looked very sad.

After a while we were thinking, we couldn’t go home without our big sledge. How could we explain to our parents what had happened? So I made a plan and told my brother, he listened very carefully and said to me: “That sounds good”.

It started to get dark and we knew, my parents come home from work when it gets dark, so we had to shake a leg.

Well, we ran to the kindergarden, which was just around the corner, so very close to the toboggan hill and we stood behind the fence. In winter children come to the kindergarden with their own sledge and parked it next to the entrance down the step. I reminded my brother that he had to look for a very big sledge with a green rope. That sounded easier as it was. So we opened the gate, went into the kindergarden and looked for a sledge. It was really hard to find one that looked similar to our sledge and when we found one, then unfortunately there was a name engraved. And all the time we had a bad conscience because our sledge was stolen and now we stole another child’s sledge or people could see that we were thieves and could catch us.

Finally, we found a suitable sledge with a green rope (we thought) and went home. All the excitement was over for a little while. We were lucky that my parents came home after us. My parents asked us how our day was and we answered that we had an ordinary day like every day.

My mum prepared our supper and during this time my father was in the garage where we parked our sledge. Suddenly we heard my father shouting our names very loudly and we were petrified. What will happen next we thought but there was no time to think about it?
He walked very fast towards our bedroom with my mum and the trouble began again………………………………………………………Christmas Eve we got a new sledge and both of us had our own sledge and my dad engraved our names.

We never found out who had stolen our very big sledge with the green rope but we brought the sledge back that we had stolen.

The Day on which I've got my Ear Rings

I'm not really sure how old I was, but it must be in my first two years of life. I still remember my brother went with my mum to the kindergarden and my father took me but at this stage I didn't know where we had to go. Normally both my brother and I went together to the kindergarden but not this day.

Then I remember, I found myself sitting on my fathers lap waiting for someone or something. I watched out the window and saw some children were playing in the sandpit and had fun.

There was a man and a woman dressed in smocks and they walked around the room. I still didn't know what was going on until the man walked toward me and toutched my ears. Then I saw he had a needle in his hands and I thought something bad would happen and I was right. I start crying and I had a good reason for that. Not that I got an injection ,no that man tried to make holes in my ears and I was crying as loud as I could. My father tried his best to comfort me and keep calm. I can't remember the pain but what I saw was worse, it was blood and again I started crying. What have they done to me?

After a while I stoped crying and then the man put a mirrior in front of me and my father point to my ears and I could see ear rings. So all the pain and blood was for something beautyful. My ear rings were golden with a red heart.

You know, I still have this pair of ear rings but unfortunatly one of them is broken. From time to time I have a look at that pair of ear rings and then this memory is so close.

Playing With Fire

You know children like to play with fire and matches. Sometimes my brother and I met some friends and we went to our cubby and tried to make a little fire.

One day when I was six or seven years old, I went to the toilet. I saw matches on the corner of the bath and thought I can make a little fire in our bathroom. I only need a bit of toilet paper, so I pulled down the toilet paper until it touched the floor, then I ignited the match and held it on the toilet paper.

Suddenly from one second to the next second my little fire was a big fire and I was shocked and didn’t know what to do and I looked at how big the fire was. Then I tried to turn on the water in the shower and put out the fire. It took a long time or maybe I just thought so to put out the fire but it worked. After it was done, I realized that the whole bathroom was full of water and that I could be very happy, nothing happened. Only the toilet paper holder was completely burnt black.

The first thing I did was clean or dry the floor in the bathroom. After I had done it I was looking for very colourful stickers and stuck the toilet paper holder full of them. I hoped my mum wouldn’t notice anything, but she did, when she came home from work. She could smell it.She called me and tried to teach me about matches and the fire and explained to me how dangerous it could be. I felt so sorry and started crying and my mum comforted me. I promised her I would never play with matches or fire again.She told me a bit later this evening she liked the stickers I put on the toilet paper holder.

I swear after this event I never played with fire again and I learnt so much about playing with fire.