About me, my mom and my high school years

When I was in middle school, I was writing a lot. Actually, I wrote in the Chinese examinations (every week, every month and every semester), composition will count for fifty percent of the score will be counted by composition. I did hate the examinations, and thought some of the given topic was stupid. But I have to say, I have a talent for writing, or I have the talent writing in the one-hour examination room. My essays were often read in front of class, or sometimes, in front of the whole grade.

One day when I came back to home, my mom came to me in high spirits. then She showed me the local newspaper. “What! My article?!” “Yes! I sent it to the newspaper!” I got so angry, “how can you contribute my essay without my permission! And you even gave me a pen name? ” “It is good, and my colleagues think so, too.” “NO, it was just finished in one hour and I never permitted you to do this…at least it should be modified…show your colleagues… I knew it…”

There are two reasons that I am angry. One is because I think my essays are not very good. Every time I look back them, I find they are so childish and ludicrous. People who have read this must will laugh at me. And the other reason is, I hate my mom always controlling…everything.

We had a fight, but the next month she contributed another two essays.

Why do I recall this little thing again? Because, yesterday I went home tidying my stuff, and surprisingly, I saw those three old newspapers. They are well-preserved in my book shelf, with my stupid words and stupid pen name. I looked at them and got a strange feeling, which made me feel warm, and make me miss the old good days.

[Excellent work.  It's funny how time gives you a different perspective.]