Remember The Time When We Were An Infant-Personal Narrative

Remember the time when we were an infant. A small little baby who could not speak, who could not react, who infact could not even move properly, but still could cry. His crying may seem meaningless for an individual but for his mother this was his means of communication.
Slowly and stealthily, he grew, he changed.

Now, he could speak, he could run, he was happy at times and sad at others. Yes, he transformed, transformed to be better. Though he grew up, but still he was innocent, oblivious of what is wrong and what is right.
Even a small incident would bring a smile on his face. He did not care what others think of him, all he thought of was to be happy. It was a time when completing homework and getting good grades were the tasks of
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