I always wanted a bicycle. Every time I see Jonas, my brother, riding it, I beg him until he lets me ride the bike for a while. Actually, there is a rule saying that children under the age of 9 are not allowed to ride a bike, due to safety issues. Even so, small children like me secretly borrows their sibling's bike. The leaders of the community doesn't take this problem seriously. I bet they also had done the same thing in their childhood. Anyways, I will be very pleased when I get my brand new bike.
The other thing that I always was always concerned was my irritating hair ribbon. I wanted to take them off. It was always undone and dangling, which sometimes falls off my hair. I've seen people out side not having their ribbons and riding their bicycles, which makes me feel extremely unsatisfied. I usually do it by myself, but when we have special occasions, my mother do it for me.
And last but not least. This is a happy thing! When we are 9 years old, we get to start our volunteer hours. This is a great chance to make new group mates to play with. My first option was to be a birth mother. Natasha, my friend, had her volunteer hours in there, and according to her story, it pretty seemed that it was the perfect place for me. She said these things were provided to the birth mothers...Wonderful food, gentle exercise periods, and lots of spare times that I can enjoy my self playing games with my friends. However, my mother said that the job as a birthmother had only a little honor, a suggested me to rather be a nurturer. I thought it wasn't a bad idea. Still, I cannot forget what Natasha told me....
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