Football or polo
The wayle is a small river that cuts across the park near my home.I like sitting by the wayle on fine afternoons.It was warm last Sunday,so I went and sat on the river bank as usual.some children were playing games on the bank and there are some people rowing on the river.Suddernly one of the children kicked a ball very hard and it went towards a passing boat.some people on the bank called out to the man on the boat,but he didn't hear them.The ball struck the man so hard that he nearly fell into the river.I turned to look at the children,but there weren't any in sigh:they had all run away.the man laughed when he realized waht had happened.He called out to the childern and threw the ball to the bank.
Success storys
Yesterday afternoons Frank Hawkins was telling me about his experiences as a young man.Before he retired,he was the head of a very large business company,but as a boy he used to work at a small shop.It was his job to repair bicycles and at that time he use to work fourteen hours a day.He saved money for years and in 1958 he bought a small workshop of his own,in his twenties he use to make spare parts for aeroplanes.At that time he had two helpers,in a few years the small workshop had become a very large factory which employed sever hundred and twenty-eight people.Frank smiled whe he remembered his hard early years and the long road to success.He was still smiling when when the door opered his wife came in,she wanted him to repair their grandson's bicycle.
