"Reflections" A Collection of Writing by students in Bray and Wicklow Collection 1 | Page 12

Memories of my childhood
By Kevin Keogh
I was a young boy when my mother got me a little red car.
The little red car was powered on air.
I remember going around the floor under the table and getting under
my mother’s feet. The next thing she said was, “Stop doing that
there. You’re in my way.”
Of course l didn’t stop.
But then l hit her foot again and l knew what she meant.
She pushed the car out of the way and it hit the leg of the table.
That was the end of the car. It went into bits.
I could see her face was so sorry. I can tell you l felt so bad over
that.
I could not believe it when she arrived with a brand new car the next
day. Happy Days!