When i was 9 years old, i really loved to climb up the tree in front of my house. My father always told me not to climb the tree because got bee hive on that tree and i always told my father not to worry because the bees won't disturb me. One day, i felt like wanted to climb that tree until at the top of that tree. I felt so happy because i really could touched at the top of the tree till i didn't realized the bee hive just an inch from my foot. When i tried to climb down that tree, i accidentally stepped on the bee hive and the bee hive falled down. That time, my heart was beating faster and faster. I could see a swarm of bees came out from the hive. I screamed loudly to call my father. My father came out and told me to stay on the tree. That time i cried on the tree for not listened to my father. My father quickly took the fire extinguisher and ran towards me. He quickly spouted towards the bees. He told me to climb down and quickly ran into the house. When i already inside the house, i could see my father like fought with the bees. Then my father ran into the house. He then asked me whether i had been stung by the bees or not. I said no. Then he went into his room and closed the door. I felt so weird because i never saw my father acted like that. When i opened the door, i could see his face and his back body got so many red spot. He just quiet and put antidote at all the spots. After that i realized that he had been stung about ten bees. I ran towards him and cried and asking for apologize. He said, " It's ok. As long you listened to me after this then everything will be fine". He smiled at me althought he was in badly injured. I hug him and keep crying untill i fallen asleep. The next day, when i woke up i could see bruise on my father's face. From what had happened that day, i learned my lesson to think before doing anything and always listen to our parents.

Obsessed with something is a common thing for a kid and i'm not getting away with that. It was such a blessed for me because i was fully "sponsored" by my parents. Thus it's hard for me to overcome the obsession i had. Comics. It's something that irresistable. At least for me. I'm willing to sacrifice my pocket money just to buy the latest edition of my favourite comic. I was around 9 years old at that time. My parents constantly advised me to saved some money for future's sake. However, i ignored it and keep collecting my precious editon of comics. One day, as i concentrating on reading my comics, my father asked me to follow him. He said he wants to show me something that might interests me and i agreed. Along the journey, he kept telling me how important to save money and how to appreciate it. when we arrived at a small town of Bangi, he appointed to a crappy looking guy that sitting on a pile of block near the burger stall. Then, he told me a story why is that man become like that. When he finished his story, i realised that i was such a terrible in managing my money. Actually, that guy used to be rich before but he didn't know how to manage his financial matter wisely. As a result, his company was collapsed and declared bankrupt. He become mentally ill afterwards. I feel guilty for ignoring my parents' advises and i repented. I'm not going to waste my money to thing that not worth a while. From that particular moment, i've made a promise to myself that i will listen to my parents' advises on money. I think my father's action to show me all those things are absolutely necessary. I wouldn't realise the important of appreciating money because money doesn't grow on trees.

When I was 8 years old,I always followed my grandfather anywhere he went.I very closed with my grandfather.One day,my grandfather invited me to followed him to JKR office at Sungai Petani,Kedah.He has something importent to do.When arrived at there,he went in the office.I was in his car.Before he go,he talked to me to not play with the brake or anythings that dangerous.After a few minutes,I felled bored.After that,I on driving place.I pay with the stering.And I see the handbrake not same with my father's car.Suddently,I pull down the handbrake and the car was move and it move to in the small drain.I don't know what must I do at that time.I see many peoples are see to me and the car.I very scared at that time.I cried until someone taked me and brought me to the canteen at the office and brig me some sweets.After my grandfather out from the office,he see I not in the car and his ca in the drain.The guy that brought me some sweets bring me to my grandfather and my grandfather asked him what happened.The guy say he see me cried and the car in the drain.After that that guy call people at nearest help to move out the car from the drain.My grandfather say thanks to everyone that help.I very scared my grandfater angry with me but he didn"t angry.He just say I have to listened what he say before he leave me.What I learn from this is I must to listened what to listen what people say and think that is true or not.I also must think before do somethings.

This incident happened when I was 8 years old. My big brother went back home with his family. His daughter, Farah was a bit naughty as she disturbed me doing my homework. I was really angry with her behaviour. As I could not stand my anger anymore, I shouted at her and said, "Farah, please don't acted like monkey!". My mother heard what I am saying and she ask me why I used rude words to my nephew. I explain to her all my nephew's misbehaviour. My mother advise me not to used rude words to other people as it might hurt others feeling. I apologised to my mother and promise not to used rude words anymore.

When I was younger, i was obsessed in comic books. So one day I took one of my friends' comic book without him knowing in another words I stole. Later on my mum found out about my doing. She did not scold me but instead asked me to immediately return it to my friend also apologize to him. When I returned home my mum had a talk with me. She told me if you want something earn it and work hard for it. She also said, "..always have pride and dignity in yourself my boy." Very simple words and it made me understand what she was trying to tell even though I was at a young age. From that day onwards stealing was never an option that came to my mind.

Flew back to when i was only eight years old,in other words the also the age of badminton for me.I was really into badminton because Malaysia won their very first Thomas Cup that year which gave inspiration to me.Although I only get to play badminton at the back at my house but still the feeling was always as high as sky.As time moved on,more friends joined me playing at the back my house,we will park our bicycle in the center taking it as our badminton net.Then one day,as usual,when the excitement is high ,the nightmare is near.One of my friend accidentally hit the shuttle towards my head,honestly it was not painful but i could hear laughter were all over.My feeling at the moment was uncontrollable without knowing i threw my racquet to the person who accidentally hit me with shuttle.All the laughter turned to silent,everyone was shocked and thing went worst when i scolded the guy loudly.I was really angry and embarrassed.Fortunately the guy was not injured,I had a tough time going through parent's scolding and punishments and most importantly i learned a lesson,

{ Childhood Misbehavior }
When I was ten years old I was noise person. One day, I went to meet one of my friend then I found him with someone I didn’t know him at that time. Then, he introduced me to his friend then we went to play football after we had finish playing they asked me that if I would like to go with them to the supermarket I said to them that I didn’t mind but there’s a little problem with me which is that I didn’t have money they just looked at me and laugh. After that, they said to me we also don’t have money and they said we’ll go to steal from there and I said it’s ok I’ll go with you. Furthermore, we went to the supermarket and we’ve stole some things. And then, the security found us and took us to the police station and they asked us to call our fathers after that, our father’s came to pick us up from the police station. Finally, my father punished me and told me this is enormity action.
written by: Mohammed Hasan Ahmed.

when I was 4. I took the whiteboard duster and printed it on the white T-shirt of my mum's tuition pupil(bigger than me by years) for teasing me. I didn't want to admit but just a glare from my mother rendered me into a quivering piece of flesh and I stammered it out...

When I was small I misbehaved a lot, and I always try to push the blame on my poor elder brother who only know how to cry when I accused him. My father was deceived but my mother always see through my lies...too bad, haha... Thankfully, my mum and dad seldom use the 'rotan' and always try to reason with us by stating clearly why I am not to do that particular thing again...

Yu Wei