Looking at the picture,I can't help remembering one epiode of my childhood.I wa ten then and tudied in a primary chool.Like all children,I like to play after chool and hated to it at the table working on my leon for hour.
One day I went home with an arithmatic tet paper on which the core wa"50"in red ink.With tremblingg hand,I preented the paper to my father.Oh,how fat my heart wa beating!
On eeing the core,father roared and thundered,Firt he made me drop to my knee,and then he beat me ferociouly until I begged for mercy and promied to do better in future exam.
Never hall I forget the fearful expreion on my father' face while he wa raging at me o violently.I'd like to give a olemn aurance that I will never do anything like that in dealing with my child,if I have one.