Life in Canada

       Once in my life, I went to stay abroad in Canada to improve my English skills. I had stayed there for 2 years, and I cannot forget that time. I will describe my wonderful life that I had there. So watch carefully. Try not to fall asleep.
       I first appeared in Canada in September 1st, 2009, in the Toronto airport. When I arrived at my aunt's house, which is is London, it was amazing. First of all, the house was not an apartment, but it was actually a detached house. Second of all, it had a basement, a 2nd floor, and a huge garage. The house was very interesting. Even if I was abroad, I still had to go to school. I went to Masonville public school, which was smaller than I thought. When I first appeared in the classroom, it was an another interesting scene. I was pretty shocked. As days passedm everything got familiar. The smartboard, the chess board, and even the ticking of the clock! As I got more familiar with my classmates, I could feel my English skills were improving. When the two years passed, I was disappointed to the fact that I had to go back. I was treated like a son in the household.

      If you ever say if I wanted to go back, I would definetly say yes. I miss the time I had there, and I'll never forget it.                                                                                                                                    

Lesson teaching expereince

       Trying out new things isn't so easy for me. However, there were some experiences that taught me trying out new things is a good thing. Since then, I somehow got courage and tried to try new things out. Now, I will tell you a story that I would never forget.
       It was a weekend on the year 2007. The weather was very nice. That's one reason dad took me out on a drive. I went to a lake, and I don't remeber it's name. There were a lot of things to do. Gum ball machines, game machines, markets, boats, and candy shops were there. I had a lot of fun there.When we got to the parking lot to go back home, my dad found a ride called 'Viking.' It's a ride that rocks back and forth.
       At that time, I hadn't rode a 'Viking' before, so I was scared. I tugged on my father's sleeves to urge him to go back to our car, but he wouldn't budge. Instead, he said, 'Having new experiences is good, son.' I had no other choice but to ride it. I rode on it, and I think I might have been trembleling. Click, the seatbelt went. The 'Viking' started to rock. But, guess what? It was actually fun! Later, I told my dad to let me ride it again, but we had to leave because of the time.

       That is one of the most important expereince in my life. It will always teach me a lesson, and I am glad I rode on that 'Viking.'