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The author reflects on their childhood, recalling both happy and deeply frightening moments, particularly fears of the dark and getting lost. They describe how darkness transformed familiar surroundings into sources of terror and how the anxiety of taking the wrong school bus or being separated from peers affected their sense of security. Additionally, the author shares their struggle with self-acceptance and the fear of not being liked, emphasizing the importance of popularity during that time.

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Note Making (-1 Class)

The author reflects on their childhood, recalling both happy and deeply frightening moments, particularly fears of the dark and getting lost. They describe how darkness transformed familiar surroundings into sources of terror and how the anxiety of taking the wrong school bus or being separated from peers affected their sense of security. Additionally, the author shares their struggle with self-acceptance and the fear of not being liked, emphasizing the importance of popularity during that time.

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I remember my childhood as being generally happy and can recall experiencing some of the
most carefree times of my life. But I can also remember, even more vividly, moments of
being deeply frightened. As a child, I was truly -terrified of the dark and getting lost. These
fears were very real and caused me some extremely uncomfortable moments.
Maybe it was the strange way things looked and sounded in my familiar room at night that
scared me so much. There was never total darkness, but a street light or passing car lights
made clothes hung over a chair take on the shape of an unknown beast. Out of the corner of
my eye, I saw curtains move when there was no breeze. A tiny creak in the floor would
sound a hundred times louder than in the daylight and my imagination would take over,
creating burglars and monsters. Darkness always made me feel helpless. My heart would
pound and I would lie very still so that ‘the enemy’ wouldn’t discover me.
Another childhood fear of mine was that I would get lost, especially on the way home from
school. Every morning, I got on the school bus right near my home—that was no problem.
After school, though, when all the buses were lined up along the curve, I was terrified that I
would get on the wrong one and be taken to some unfamiliar neighbourhood. I would scan
the bus for the faces of my friends, make sure that the bus driver was the same one that had
been there in the morning, and even then ask the others over and over again to be sure I
was in the right bus. On school or family trips to an amusement park or a museum, I wouldn’t
let the leaders out of my sight. And of course, I was never very adventurous when it came to
taking walks or hikes because I would go only where I was sure I would never get lost.
Perhaps, one of the worst fears I had as a child was that of not being liked or accepted by
others. First of all, I was quite shy. Secondly, I worried constantly about my looks, thinking
people wouldn’t like me because I was too fat or wore braces. I tried to wear ‘the right
clothes’ and had intense arguments with my mother over the importance of wearing flats
instead of saddled shoes to school. Being popular was very important to me then and the
fear of not being liked was a powerful one.

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