Visiting a book fair
A
Book Fair was being held in the Town Hall. So one morning our teacher said that
we were going to visit it. We cheered loudly for it meant that there would be
no lessons for the day.
We lined up outside the classroom. Then we marched in pairs
out of the school, up the pedestrian bridge, down the other side of the road
and into the Town Hall just a few hundred meters from our school.
At the Town Hall we were told to behave ourselves. If we
wanted to buy any book, we were to take it to our teacher. Then we gleefully buried ourselves among
the vast number of books on display there.
There were so many books there. It was impossible to look at
all of them. So I spent my time browsing mainly among the books on wildlife and
nature, my favorite.
As much as the books were wonderful, the price was
discouraging. I could not afford to buy any of them. I would have to ask my
mother to buy one for me later on.
Time flew. Two hours seemed like two minutes. Soon our teacher told
us to assemble at the
front door. There she helped those buying books pay at the counter at a special
discount. Not many of us bought books. They were too expensive. I did not buy
any.
After paying for the books we lined up and marched back in
pairs to school.
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