Shooting an Elephant

When I was seven years old, I got my first wallet it’s a small wallet to keep my pocket-money

in.Sunddendly it made me feels frown up and I carried it proudly in school.

One day, during the lunch in school, I noticed that my wallet was missing. I searched all my

pockets but couldn’t find it.There were a bit of money in my wallet so without it I could not buy

anything to eat.

I was close to tears. It was not so much because of losing my wallet but because I might get a

scolding from my parents specifically my Mom. So I was so hungry on that day.

After lunch I was in mood to listen to the teacher and study at all. I kept thinking about how I lost

my wallet and what my parent would do to me.How was I going to tell them

I lost the wallet? Did someone steal it or it had merely fallen out. I prayed that someone would find

it and return it to me.

When I back to home I told my mother about my loss, she was really angry and I received a long

lecture after that long speech they told me that there would not be any more wallets for me until I

got older.

So for the rest of the year, I carried my money in my pocket without any wallet. Fortunately I

never lost any money again. I had learned how to be more careful.