On the twelfth of June nineteen forty five it was Jacob John’s third birthday. His parents bought him a set of colours for his birthday. Jacob grabbed the colour set and took a pink pencil, and threw the rest of the colours out of the living room window. His parents punished him for throwing the set away.
The next day, he drew on the wall and his parents had to re-paint the walls. The day after that he drew a picture of a dog chasing a cat on the table. His parents punished him harshly for that.
A month later he started eating his pencil bit by bit. The pencil ended up covered with saliva. He then drew on his parent’s faces while they were sleeping. They were furious about that. The next day he ate his pencil and his parents were relieved because the pencil had cost them a lot of money and pain to get it off their faces.
I remember very clearly that it was a Wednesday. On that day we had a surprise from our teacher, Ms Farrugia. She told us that we were going to learn how to write in cursive writing. At that moment everyone’s face was shining with happiness. We were going to learn how to write like the grown ups.
So every Wednesday of the next few weeks, we were practising. First we made patterns using the letters. The girls were better than the boys and probably much neater too.
Unfortunately, the following year, Ms Paris did not continue teaching us how to write in cursive writing and now that I am in the second year of secondary school, I am still writing in single letters.
One fine day when I was in year 6, we had a special outing. We left school to go for a futsal tournament.
The teacher, Mr Borg chose 5 students to play in this tournament. He chose Alan as the goalkeeper, Ryan, Calvin, Kylie and finally me. The outing was going to be at the sports complex in Cospicua. We went there to have fun but also to win.
We had a great team. In this tournament there were a lot of competitors. This tournament lasted 5 hours. By the end we were very tired but we won all the matches that we played. We won the tournament because we had a lot of points.
When we got back at school the team members were praised by the headmaster of the school. I was praised for all that I had done to win the futsal tournament.
This is the best memory I have of year 6.
Illum mort il- Birgu. Kienet ġurnata sabiħa imma kienet naqra imsaħħba u kien hemm il- bard. Ix- xemx tgħammxek u tirrifletti fil- baħar fejn kien hemm ammont ta’ dgħajjes u jottijiet li ma tgħoddhomx. Il- baħar kien kalm daqs iż- żejt.
Fil- bogħod tista’ tara l- għasafar u s- sigar. Kien hemm ftit karozzi għaddejjin li bdew jiksru l- paci u bdew jaħsduni. Faċċata nista’ nara ir- restorant favorit tieghi li jismu ‘Cargo’. Illum magħluq għax qegħdin jibnu fuqu. Hdejh hemm ir- restorant ‘Tate’ fejn hemm xi nies jieklu barra. Kultant nara xi ajruplan jittajjar fis- sema. Nista’ nara s- swar u d- djar antiki tal-Birgu iddekorati b’ arkitettura ta’ żmien il- kavallieri. Fil- viċin nista’ nara xi pjanti u siġar li fl- opinjoni tiegħi ma jaqblux mal- post.
F’ ħalqi għandi t- togħma tal- ġelat li kont għadni kif kilt ftit minuti qabel. Bdejt niddejjaq għax kelli l- basket tal- iskola fuq dahri li kelli nġorru mill- iskola tiegħi sal- Fortini u beda’ jweġgħali dahri għax kelli ħafna affarijiet fih peress li ma nħalli xejn fil- ‘locker’ għax nibża’ li jkissruwuli u jisirqu kollox. Fil- Birgu ħassejtni kalm għax kien hemm ħafna paċi u skiet.