When I was seven years old, I was given a small wallet to keep my pocket
money in. I felt so happy and put it in my hip pocket.

One day, during the break time at school, I discovered that my wallet was
missing. I checked it but I could not find it. There was some money in the wallet and
without it I could not buy anything to eat. I was close to tears. It was not because of
losing my precious wallet but because I might get scolded by my parents. Anyhow I
went hungry that day.

In the class I could not concentrate well to study at all. I kept thinking about
how I lost my wallet and what my parents would react. How was I going to explain
the loss? I did not know whether someone had taken it from my pocket or it had
merely fallen out. I hoped that someone would find and return it to me.

When I told my mother about my loss, she was angry. She told me that it would
not have happend if I had been careful. When my father came home, I got another
anger. Then he told me that there would not be any more wallets for me until I got
older.

Luckily, I still got pocket money from my parents. I am glad to say that I never
lost anything again. I had learned to be more careful. It is not pleasant to lose
something and then get scolded for losing it. (Adapted from
www.englishdaily626.com)

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