The class bell rings:, "It's time to take a break." The English teacher says this while every student is sitting in their chair, and reminds them of the point of English class. I look out of the window, staring at the blue sky. A fluffy cloud reminds me of my wonderful childhood. When I was in elementary school, the best period of the day was the ten-minute breaks. As the bell rang, all the kids would rush out of the boring classroom to the playground. I and my friends were full of imagination, so we pretended to be the crew of a ship and one of my friends played the horrible, big shark trying to catch us. The whole play-set was our ship, and sometimes the big shark 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 go down to the ship, wait for the big shark's coming, and run as fast as I could when he was close to me. The happy time really flew by quickly. When 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 to see who would be the first one to arrive in the classroom. The class bell rings and eskes me up from my memory. I look at my physical text book feeling a little sadness and delight mixed together. As I gather my belongings, I have to load more responsibility onto my shoulder. However, I feel peaceful when I remember the happy time in my ten-minute breaks.
