My Little Box
One day, I woke up and found a Little box beside my bed. It was cute, made of wood, and was painted in beautiful colors. I stood up and started my day.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I should let other people know what I had found, so I kept it hidden under my bed, and every night I opened it and look at the amazing things that were inside.
When I grow up, I learned that there were other people that also had little boxes. I learned that some of the people who didn’t have boxes didn’t like the people that did have one.
I showed it to some of my friends, and they liked some of the things that were inside. I told my mum about it, but she didn’t want to see it, or talk about my little box.
When I went to university, I met other people who had boxes, and they were all wonderful.
I still don’t understand why there are people who don’t like the boxes. Maybe they are scared, because they have never tried to open one of them.
I’m glad I found it. It gave me the chance to be part of a pretty amazing world.