Visit to 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.
