Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-33281568-20171006021138/@comment-30319843-20171006093819

My infant years had passed in a jiffy.

I must have been sleeping then.

I am Hash, a normal human being. Yes, I am just a normal human, born on Earth.

Presently I am 8. All seems good. At this period, I was introduced to the computer. It was fascinating for me.

The only game I knew was 'Microsoft cards'. (heh)

I love chocolate brownies. My mother had made them since I was 6.

And I have loved her ever since the care began.

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Kindergarten was interesting to some.... ah I don't know the word. But how do I know the word, 'Kindergarten'?

Ah yes, I heard Mom talking to someone about it.

Presently, it was the short break. All the kids played outside. As the sun rays came through the full-length glass door, I remained in class, in my seat, writing on a piece of paper.

On my side, my best friend Bruce was present. He watched me as I wrote, without disturbing me.

Then I heard the sound of the glass door slid open. Mrs Anderson walked in.

"What are doing, son?" she said with a sweet smile that resembled to my mother's smile.

I smiled back.

She wordlessly walked up to me, and read the paper on my desk. Bruce tried to see, but failed.

"Wow," she said, in an honest tone. I looked up at her. "This is such a wonderful story, Hash!"