Dear Diary,
Today, I was roaming around one of the most desolated places of Barrytown, Ireland. The main objective of visiting Barrytown was to check on the progression of a new building of mine, but I ended up wandering random cites near the construction center.
During the day’s progression, a boy caught my eyes. The first impression of the boy was caught by surprise. A young boy no older than 10 was hanging around with fire in a heavy state of severe depression. The boy’s appearance was also a quite shock towards my common sense. He wore trousers, but it was blatant that his he grew out of them. However, they were fastened in safety clips. For a modern fashion star like me, this was unacceptable. Full of curiosity, I consecutively approached towards the boy. Even though I wasn’t distant enough for the boy to not acknowledge the presence of me, it took a considerable amount of time for the boy became aware of the presence of me.
The boy’s stunned face after sighting me is still incarcerating my mind. He was surprised of the presence of an adult. His face was full of rage and fear, which inevitably forced him to hide himself to a nearby trench. However hard the boy had tried, it was only a matter of time for the boy’s location to be veiled. I then inquired a boy about his name. Full of fear, he replied, “My name is Ian, Ian Armstrong.” After I told him my name, we had a short formal conversation. But we soon ran out of contents to negotiate about. As a keepsake to discharge the false charge of the boy of acknowledging me as a blatant bully, I handed him a bar of chocolate. Then they boy insisted me to come over to the fire place that he was sitting beside to when first sightseeing me.
He then finally opened his mind to me. He told me his pals were outraged against him because his pals were bullies, and Ian had underestimated the importance of the hierarchy of the gang. After he’d gone through a fight between him and the gang’s leader, Liam, the gang had strictly turned their backs against him. He’d told me the details and it was only a matter of time for me to realize that he was fallen into the abyss of the dark side. However, despite the circumstances, he was a very positive and passionate boy, and all he needed was proper guidance to lead him to the road not taken.
I was determined to start to change his life, well at least by little bit. I knew that a day couldn’t really change much, but well begun is half done. The outer appearance of Barrytown wasn’t all so attractive but my past experience had notified me of the importance of thinking positively by gathering up past memories about the place. Whether good or bad the memory is, reminding oneself again on the place develops and helps oneself to compromise up positive feelings about the place.
This is how I implemented my personal experience into real life. I have asked Ian to help me look around the town. As we went through tall skyscrapers to even places like trenches, I begged Ian to tell me about his memories about the place. At first he tried to skip some places, and I really could tell he was hiding something. However as I got through the progress I could tell that he was being comfortable with the presence of me. Somewhere in my mind told me how courageous it was to tell someone about the things you’ve never planned to tell. I listened to him and he followed me. His doubts and concerns that seemed to resolute me seemed to be clarified due to my answers.
Time had passed so quickly. Ian and I walked around the town twice, because that was how much time had allowed us to spend. I could learn a lot, and according to Ian, his thoughts also have influenced a lot due to the conversation. I doubt that my advices have been any good, or even cause a mere effect on Ian’s whole career. However, one-day implementation has been pretty positive.
We promised to meet again the next time I come. On my way home I muttered, “Tomorrow is another day.”
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BY Choi Yun-Seo
Wolchon Elementary School
SMART & STORY 
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