A Ten-Minute Break (please correct my essay~) The class bell rings, "It's time to take a break." English teacher says while every students are sitting in their chairs and noting the point of English class. I look out from the window, staring blue sky. The fluffy cloud recalls my memory of my wonderful childhood. When I was in elementary school, the best period of a day were the ten-minute breaks. As the bell rang, all the kids rushed out of the boring classroom to the playground. I and my friends were full of imagination, so we pretended as the crews of a ship and one of my friends played the horrible, big sharp trying to catch us. The whole play set was our ship, and sometimes the big sharp even jumped up to our deck which actually was the slide. The atomsphere around the ship was exciting and noisy. What I liked to do most was going down to the ship, waiting for the big sharp's coming and ran as fast as I could when he was so close to me. The happy time really flied quickly. As the bell rang again, all the kids sprinted back to the classroom. Though we felt disappointed and sad, we changed our mood immediately because there was another game! The new game was competing who would be the first one arriving the classroom. The class bell rings and strikes me out from my memory. I look my physical text book feeling a little bit sad and delight mixed together. As I group up, I have to load more duty on my shoulder. Whereas, I feel peaceful when I remember the happy time in my ten-minute breaks.