autobiography of a cloth bag
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My name is blue bag. I'm a school bag.Let me tell you about my past. Early one morning. I found myself hanging in a bag shop. Suddenly, an old man about walked into the shop.
He wanted to gift a school bag to his grandson . His grandson told him that he needed a new school bag because his previous bag has given way. So his grandpa asked him to choose a bag that he liked. He looked at the shelf and saw me. He took me down and placed me on the counter. Suddenly everything turned white. I did not know what was happening. I stayed in there for almost two hours. Finally, I was taken out. Then I noticed that the white place was actually a plastic bag.
When I looked around. I could see lots of beautiful things. It was his house. Then he came running towards me holding books and stuffs in his hands. After putting everything neatly in me. I did not feel so empty.
The next day he carried me to school. I met some new friends, which are bags. After using me for few months, I had a hole at the bottom. he did not want to use me anymore. He threw me into the rubbish dump. I was so sad that a tear rolled down my eye.
After a few hours, he camed back walking towards me. He picked me up and brought me into his house. His grandma used a very thick cloth to sew the hole in me. Then she gave me to her grandson. He carried me to school everyday. He used me for years because he realized that it was gifted by his grandfather. He kept me years and years. But didn't threw me again
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