Childrens Corner

Mum smiled and waved me on. ‘You can do it Ricky!’ she called. I walked through the mud and waded into the water. As soon as I got in the middle the current caught at me. I went under and choked. I ame up, and was swept fast downstream. I took a deep breath and elaxed. I knew I could do it. I put one foot on a rock and pushed off. oon, I was swimming. I swam in an awkward circle, but I’d won he bet. I heard the family cheering on the bank. When I crawled out, was done in, but very proud. I crawled through mud and tinging nettles to reach Auntie Joyce. She held up the ten shillings.

‘Well done, Ricky!’ she said. ‘I knew you could do it,’ Mum aid. And so had I, and I was not going to give up until I had proved it.

One thing I couldn’t do very well was read. I always found lessons hard at school because I was mildly dyslexic. I hated to admit efeat, but however hard I struggled, as with many other people, eading and writing were hard for me. For some reason this made me ant to be a reporter, a job where reading and writing were always eeded. When I found that my school had an essay contact I ntered. don’t know who was the most surprised when I won. I was he boy who was often caned for failing tests. But I had won an ssay contest. I was thrilled.

When I told to Mum, She said, ‘I knew ou could win, Ricky.’ Mum is one of those people who never ay ‘can’t’. She believes anything is possible if you try.

Taken From : Screw It,Let’s Do It