An Autobiography of a Bag
       My name is Milk Bear. I am a school bag. Let me tell you about my past. Early one morning, I found myself hanging in a bag shop. Suddenly, a young girl, about eight years old, walked into the shop.

       Her name is Michelle. She told her mother that she needed a new school bag because her previous bag had given way. So, her mother asked Michelle to choose a bag that she liked. Michelle looked at the shelf and saw me. She 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 three 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 Michelle’s house. Then, Michelle came running towards me holding books and stuff in her hands. After putting everything neatly in me, I did not feel so empty.

       The next day, Michelle carried me to school. I met some new friends, which are bags. After using me for a few months, I had a hole at the bottom. Michelle did not want to use me anymore. She threw me into the rubbish dump. I was so sad that a tear rolled down my eye.

       After a few hours, I saw an old woman walking towards me. She picked me up and brought me into her house. She used a very thick cloth to sew the hole in me. Then she gave me to her grandson. His name was Melvin. They were very poor. He carried me to school every day. He used me for years. Through this experience, I have learnt something – being with a rich person is not the best, being with a caring person is the best.