A Magical moment in my life was in fifth grade. My pencil box fell and my materials spilled all across the room and only one person helped me get them. But as my materials scattered I would get very mad. When he helped me I would become happy that someone helped me pick them up, even though my materials were just about everywhere in the room. This helped me a lot because I had tons of materials that scattered and knowing that one person took the time to help me instead of finishing their work really made my morning. From that day on that one person continued to help me pick up my materials every time they spilled throughout the year. So from the first time that person helped me we became very good friends. So from that day till now I still give that very good friend my thanks.
Jakobi, 11, USA