Stories From Our Childhood

زمردة · **مرسل:** الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 9:45 pm

Hi there!

Most of us enjoy a good story and ALL of us has a childhood
In this topic, we are going to share our childhood stories, practice our English in a new way and learn more about each other
So are you a good story teller? Can you narrate a real story happened in your childhood in a good English?

Now who'll be our first story teller?

You can start by "Once upon a time"

قاسم عيسى · **مرسل:** الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 11:24 pm

عبير,

Are you attracting me to write?

Odysseus · **مرسل:** الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 11:34 pm

Abeeeeeeer

This is a NOVEL idea.

I know you are creative. You always come with GREAT topics like this. But do you know where is the problem? The problem is that, UNFORTUNATELY, there are not many participants. I, you, Nawal, Safa, Tayma', Huda, Cyrine, Arwa, Qasim ,and Ranoo.sh are almost the only members who visit this section

I hope that there will be new ones.

I do NOT know if I'm a good storyteller or not

But I'm going to try. Why NOT ?:mrgreen:

"Once upon a time", Speak or Sleep ??

so speak

Once upon a time, I was a small kid. I used to watch Syrian series from the beginning of my childhood. We, I and the other kids of my village, watched the famous Syrian series, Al-Burkan. I remember well the characters of this series: Ward, Al-Gadanfar, Al-Munther and Al-Azraque.

The series was about the conflict between the Arabs and The Romans. Ward represented the Arabs and Giovanni represented the Romans. Anyway, I'm not going to speak about the series itself.

At that time, kids in my village formed many groups, and they used to fight against themselves by their own "swords".

( usually the sword was a staff)

I was the chief of my street, and I had to defend my area against the invaders of the other streets

. Once our neighbors attacked us and they wanted to occupy our own area; I had to defend "my land"

The fight began; and I immediately hit 'an enemy' on the head.

He started bleeding and crying; and I started running to my home. I sat in the house silent, motionless, and my eyes were telling that I made something wrong. Soon, "the enemy's father" attacked my house, and he asked for my head

After my father got him out of the house he came directly to me and started hitting me. He jailed me in the bathroom for 4 hours

He accepted to release me after my mother begged him to do so.

My father then prevented me to go outside for more than a week. I cannot forget this story because I was about to kill somebody. Whenever I remember this story I become sad and happy at the same time. Sad for hitting the boy, and happy for it is no more than a history now.

I know I'm a bad storyteller. Anyway, I just wanted to participate so that others get the courage and tell us some of their stories.

Abeer It is a brilliant idea. May Allah Bless thee Sister

قاسم عيسى · **مرسل:** الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 11:34 pm

Childhood Kiss

Shiny day, teacher is absent, students, or kids in other word, are making noise, I was in daydreams. Quietness inside, see nothing. Oh the Syrian usual schools' classes. Three desks rows, two walking rows, and green old blackboard. I was at the dead-end of the class, my back to the wall, my face toward the blackboard, in dreams I dive. Small kid I was, between six and seven years of age in the second grade, yeah I really was mind-absent that time when my story began and ended. My face toward the blackboard, I did not know why I was standing at that place, suddenly a sole blond girl, which is so blond, eyes are blue. She was running to some place, but the place sure was near me, oh she was a student of our class, she ran toward me that what I finally found out when she had stamped a kiss on my cheek. The kiss was followed by a slap on her cheek, but not by me, because I was in wonder that moment, the slap came from her cousin a jealous boy, or maybe he felt shame.

قاسم عيسى · **مرسل:** الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 11:38 pm

Ala Al-Ibrahim,
Be happy that child is not me, because you will be now counted with dead.

I am kidding

زمردة · **مرسل:** الاثنين ديسمبر 28, 2009 2:42 am

قاسم عيسى,

اقتباس:

Are you attracting me to write?

If such a topic attracts you to write .. yes I am attracting the attention of all those who like writing to share us

Ala Al-Ibrahim,

اقتباس:

This is a NOVEL idea. I know you are creative. You always come with GREAT topics like this. But do you know where is the problem? The problem is that, UNFORTUNATELY, there are not many participants. I, you, Nawal, Safa, Tayma', Huda, Cyrine, Arwa, Qasim ,and Ranoo.sh are almost the only members who visit this section I hope that there will be new ones.

Thanks a lot for your generous words

A novel idea! Your idea inspires me of a great idea that we can collect the best stories and make our own story book called "Stories From Arterians Childhood"

So dear Arterians always make your best to write the best stories

I also hope the same; to see new faces here

As for your story, I really could not help laughing because of your way of using the terms in the story like: "my land", 'an enemy' , "the enemy's father" attacked my house, "he asked for my head", "He jailed me in the bathroom for 4 hours"
So you put us in the action

It was a great adventure

By the way, I think that you are a good story teller

قاسم عيسى,
First of all, thanks a lot for participating. I liked your way of narrating a story, simple and short sentences. Your way of describing the place and the situation is really good. You also provide us with a tittle. It can be also "An innocent kiss with a sudden slap"

I'd love to discuss the wrting style of our stories here. In the long run, we'll learn how to write a short story professionally

I'll be back with a story from my childhood

Ranaa · **مرسل:** الاثنين ديسمبر 28, 2009 5:24 am

عبير,

No one can ignore that you are a CREATIVE member here Abeer, I love this topic very much

Ala Al-Ibrahim,
Really, you made me laugh a lot when I was reading your adventure story

, so, can I conclude that you were quarrelsome kid

, your way in narrating the story is interesting and funny.

قاسم عيسى,
She was slapped by her cousin

, so he was so jealous

, I am afraid if he remembers this event till now, this will be a great problem.

...it is nice

OK, I'll narrate a child story in my modest manner

:
Once upon a time, when I was a child, 6 years old, I had a healthy problem with my tooth, this is the natural age to replace milk teeth

, so my uncle and my parents tried to take me to the dentist, and as usual I shouted" NO, I don't want …I said NOOOOOOO " .

After that my uncle said to me that he want to take me to the garden, to see ducks

, so, because I was a child, I agreed quickly

. After going out of home he took me in other way, I asked him: ( uncle! Where is the garden?, it is not from here

) he smiled and said ( I'll take you to new one

) after that I found myself in the clinic of the dentist

, I shouted

" What, NO ..NO..NOO!!!

) the dentist betrayed me and did his duty,

after that I said to my uncle that I will not speak with him again

, I cried and shouted for three hours after the event

, my uncle laughed all the way to home

. So this makes me to have doctors Phobia now..

thaanks alot dear, we are waiting for yours

Safa alaasi · **مرسل:** الاثنين ديسمبر 28, 2009 6:35 am

عبير,
I want to thank you a lot sister for this nice , useful , and enjoying topic

Ala Al-Ibrahim,
What a dramatic story

,well I have a similar one

, I hit my elder sister on her head once when we were kids , and I really make her bleed and cry , after that I felt like I'm a horrible person

especially when I saw her bleeding because of me

, and of course it was one of my most awful childhood days

, but now this sister is my favorite one that I can't but to talk with her every day although we were fighting a lot when we were kids …

قاسم عيسى,
Your different and professional style of writing make this story very very impressive

اقتباس:

oh she was a student of our class, she ran toward me that what I finally found out when she had stamped a kiss on my cheek. The kiss was followed by a slap on her cheek, but not by me, because I was in wonder that moment, the slap came from her cousin a jealous boy, or maybe he felt shame.

Here Is My Story

:
The First Day in the School
Out of expectations of my family it was the first day of school for safa just like that …..
It was the first time I woke up very early in the morning , actually I couldn't sleep well at that night cause I was curious to know that mysterious place , some says that it's great and full of a lot of new and exciting things

, and some says that it's full of hard and tiring matters

. Anyway I dressed up the new school uniform

, took my breakfast , and became ready for becoming a student which meant to me becoming a strong , clever , and responsible grown-up girl !

.
New place , much of lovely kids , less of noisy adults , that means new friends , a lot of playing , and a lot of joys

. every lesson was easier than the previous one ; A B C D E F G ….; who can count from 1 to 10 …; who can mention some of the organs of body … ;It was just too easy and simple ; I was wondering why some of kids were sad and some of them were crying

!!! …It was the perfect place for making new friends , playing new games , enjoying and learning every thing in this life !!! ….; and of course I made my first new friendship ; they were nice two sisters ; they liked me a lot as I liked them too ; at the end of that full and long day , the time of leaving came ; there was a particular bus for every area in the city , so every one has to go by the bus that passes in his house area ;I stood to say bay to my new and kind friends ; we were to be in different buses ; they asked me kindly to accompany them in their bus , so we can talk and play a lot while getting our homes

; hence with my kind heart , I couldn't say no !!! ; then I went with them to their house and enjoyed my time with my new friends who let me play in their toys , and I took my lunch alone with my friends for the first time which was ( Roz b fool )

; fortunately their parents were kind too ; they called my family to tell them that I'm in safe hands ; before this call , my family called the school to look for their missed daughter !!! for they were really terrified that there was something bad happened to me !!!
After that my family came and got me back to home

, and I'm astonished till now for they didn't punish me that day ! , they didn't even blame me ! , all what they did is laughing on what I did , and how confident I was to do such a thing !!! , and my mother just asked me not to do that again !!!

I don't think I'm that good in telling stories

, but YOU asked me to tell , so you have to listen

قاسم عيسى · **اشترك في:** السبت مارس 03, 2007 2:12 pm

Sad snowy morning:

1994, Syria witnessed snow like Finland, in homs, the main street due to snow turned ski-street. I still remember that four-day-winter-snow, that first day of them, I woke up to see snow everywhere. As a child, it was childhood happiness to view in surprise snow. I did not know why and how, I directly got the roof of the tower we once lived. The tower was of seven levels and the roof counted the eighth. I found three of our neighbors' children who were my friends with different ages. Two boys and one girl. We started to make snowballs and fight each others, oh I had a full snow-kits. My uncle gifted me from Germany, so I felt no coldness. I had nice moments in fights, oh laughing and shootings balls, how happy we were!
Suddenly we got idea, to make wars on the passer by on the street which was rarely occupied, because morning and snow-covered homs, the result is disabled-like city or curfew. And the war began on cars which passed. Oh a bad-luck man in his 40s, he rode a bicycle, putting (baqdones) on the front basket he was riding slowly and silently before the balls start to fall like rain from all sides, yeah because we already made more than 20 or 30 balls for shooting people. And as followed, I really still viewing the image like it is today snow-war. Me shooting was left, the old man went right, other child was shooting right, the old man is lefting, other child raining snowballs infornt, until the man fallen on the street, which was half-frozen, and the (Baqdones) spread around him like green blood. All of us shocked, as if we never expect such conclusion. For all children, same what Ala Ibrahim did, fled to his house, all the children within me fled away. I was sad, I never knew what happened to this man, maybe he was really hurt that morning. In the judgment day, I will say sorry to him, because already I will not be judged, I was only ten, far away from 18.

Lina · **اشترك في:** الخميس مارس 29, 2007 2:39 pm

I didn't know there's a funny topic here
ok I have a story and of course,no wonder it's with an animal

our neighbours used to have a dog..Actually it was a very old dog

and I love animals so much so I used to annoy that dog.

cruel me

every time I saw it sleeping I came near its ears ............and...........clapping my hands loudly

you can imagine its situation

I once told my friend that it's a nice dog and she can sit on it

the dog was sleeping as usual(or maybe dead)

so,I encouraged her to sit on it and she walked to it .........and..........once she sat...the dog woke up angrily(I don't know why)

and started barking

so my friend ran away frightened

and I laughed at them both..again evil Lina

عبير,
very nice topic 3aboura

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