“First time experiences”
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I was going to see my nephew for the first time that day. He was coming to Armenia. He was a sweet-sweet baby. He used to call himself a babe. When he got hungry, he said:
“The babe is hungry.”
He liked cars very much; he called them dudu.
“Grandpa Vahag, do you have a dudu?” he often asked my dad.
“I don’t like Poghos, I like the dudu,” said my nephew when my brother Poghos took him to the car.
Astghik Yeghiazaryan
13 years old
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I was yelling to the full strength of my cords when the nurse took me to the doc’s room.
“I AM NOT COMING!”
I was crying because all the children were coming out of the ward with wet eyes. When they forced me into the room, I was yelling and spinning around in such a way, that five nurses came to hold me by my hands and feet for a safe injection.
After this big trial I was the only kid who was smiling. This helped me understand that I shouldn’t cry first.
Armen Babayan
11 years old
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My mother says that I began to talk and pronounce words very early.
It is true, that I knew many words, but I pronounced them wrongly. I did not understand the meaning of some words.
Mother says, that grandma has a notebook where she wrote my first word, then all the others. Sometimes I am reading her notes and laughing at myself.
Asya Yeghiazaryan
12 years old
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I climbed the mount Ara with my friends Tigran and David. I was climbing the mountain for the first time. My mother, Tigran’s and David’s fathers were with us too. Tigran’s father said to me:
“Aram, don’t speak loudly or else the stones will roll down from the top.”
But I wouldn’t stop talking. And then, two hours later, when all my friends were tired, I climbed the top of the mountain.
I was surprised because there was snow on Ara although it was the fourteenth of August. There on the top of the mountain I could drink mineral water.
Newspapers wrote about us. My mother, Tigran’s and David’s father wrote the articles. The three of them are journalists.
Aram Zatikyan
10 years old
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My elder brother was visiting us at our new apartment for the first time. I was four years old. He liked our place so much, that he decided to stay with us for some days. I was very happy. My mother asked him:
“Don’t you mind staying with Romen and Mane? I’ll be back right now.”
“All right,” he agreed.
As soon as my mother left, I began to pull my elder by the hair, to bite him so to make him angry. He shouted; my sister and I were silent for a moment. Suddenly my sister began to cry. My brother tried to calm us and I never made him angry again.
Romen Tsatouryan
10 years old
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It was winter. My elder brother had to stay with us that day. When my granny took me to bed, my brother came to my room and scared me. I yelled and began to weep, calling out “granny”. Granny immediately ran in. She was very angry with my brother.
“You are old enough, I think, not to behave this way.”
“What did I do?”
Granny calmed me, gave me my teddy and sang me to sleep. That evening I pronounced my first word.
Maneh Tsatouryan
11 years old
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It was a hot day. We came out of “Manana”.
“Have you got money?” I asked my friends.
“Yes.”
We bought something to eat and went up the Kaskad stairs. We were tired when we came down and the taxi wouldn’t arrive.
I asked the driver to pull down and just at that moment a policeman stopped him. An hour passed but he driver wouldn’t seem to be coming. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I got out of the car and walked home. When I opened the door, my mother was talking to Suren’s mother.
“The taxi was late, mom, then a policeman stopped us and I had to walk,” I added quickly not to receive my portion of reprimand.
Arpine Aghayan
11 years old
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I was watching TV in the evening. The presenter said there would be shooting stars at night. I did not know what it was and how it would look. My mother said that a passing comet would cause shooting stars. I was happy; I asked mom to wake me up at night to see the miracle.
When I woke up the miracle had already started. I went to wake dad, but he was already up. He got angry and told me to go to bed.
“Are you a night ghost? Go to bed!”
I returned to my room and watched the stars. Then I lay down again.
“Hm, lunar eclipse, shooting stars. It’s all very interesting,” I thought.
Asya Yeghiazaryan
12 years old
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“When I Missed Very-Very Much For the First Time”
It’s the first time that I haven’t seen my brother for two weeks. I am pining for him. I count the days left for his return. The day is near and I am counting the hours. Now I am thinking what I will do when he comes. In my dreams I go to the airport and greet my brother.
I miss my mother too, but it is already the second time I am staying alone, without mom. Some years ago mom stayed in Persia for two months. When she returned, I did not go the airport. Only dad went. I stayed at home with my brothers. Mom returned with dad at night. I woke up a bit later. I had missed her so much that jumped and hugged her.
Hovnan Baghdasaryan
9 years old
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I am alone at home. It is so good. I am thinking about what to do. What a pity I will have to get to school in an hour.
Oh!!! I have my key of the house. The whole house is at my disposal.
I think you understood this was the first time I was staying alone at home. What shall I do now? Oh!!! I have money; I will buy chocolate to eat at school. We have six lessons today.
I will lock the door for the first time. I will go out and open the door alone. Maybe I better call granny and let her know, or maybe no… I want to do it alone. Does Sona call her granny to inform her about what she does? Sona is my aunt. I forgot that Sona is twenty years older than me. I took the money and closed the door proud of myself and went downstairs.
Oh, God I’ve forgotten the keys. I was so happy; it did not last long. I went to our neighbor’s house. Whom shall I call now to help me? The only person who came to my mind was granny.
“Hello grandma.”
“Hi.”
“I did not mean to, but…” I decided to talk quickly for better effect, “I went out to buy chocolate, suddenly the door slammed. I mean I’ve left the keys in. Now I am at a neighbor’s house. Will you come to open the door?
“What?”
“Come right now. I will explain later.”
Half an hour passed. Grandma opened the door. I had to go to school but I was late. As we came in grandma’s face became red with anger and I knew she was going to talk about how bad I am.
But I did not lose control and said:
“Dear grandma, I am late, I can’t explain everything now…I am late.”
Maggie Hakobjanyan
11 years old
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We were in the third form, when we went to an excursion to Aghveran. It was a sunny day and we decided to swim in the river. An old man passing by told us that there were pieces of broken glass in the river. We did not pay attention to his words. In the water my friend tumbled and fell down. He swam out to the shore. There was a deep wound on his foot. They took him to hospital. He got five stitches.
This wouldn’t have happened if we had listened to the old man.
Suren Tovmasyan
11 years old
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We prepared with enthusiasm and ran out of the classroom. We went downstairs to the first floor. We knew that the school-guard would not be much willing to open the door and let us out. So we ran out to the next department. We had no fear, we thought we were grown-ups and no one would blame us. We went to the park and had a walk. The next day we went to school unprepared. As we stepped in, the school-guard looked at us with anger, but we couldn’t understand why; we are grown-ups, aren’t we? But it was only the beginning. As we went upstairs, we met our teacher. She reprimanded us, gave blows to the leaders and took us to the headmaster’s room. The later grew angry and called our parents the next day. Our parents, of course, became angry too and we understood that it was our first and last escape.
Ester Sahakyan
12 years old
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I was going fishing for the first time in my life. It was stuffy and I didn’t feel cozy. We sat all day long in the sun but could not catch a single fish.
Arthur Ghazaryan
9 years old
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I was ten years old when I first had an argument with my mother. It was a usual spring day. I came home and said to mom:
“Can I put on my red shirt and go to studies? It is very hot today.”
“No.”
“Please, mom,” I continued convincing her but was sure she would not change her mind.
“No,” she said angrily.
I did not say anything. I took my bag silently and went out. In the evening when I returned, I closed up in my room. I stayed in, because I knew if I went out, I would have to talk to mom and I did not want to make peace with her. I sat in my room and did my lessons. Then I began to cry.
It was very late. I was about to fall asleep when the door opened and mom stepped in.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“For yelling at you, for being angry.”
“I am sorry.”
I ran to her, hugged her and tears fell down my cheeks. It was the first and the last time I had a misunderstanding with mom. I promised to myself to never hurt mom.
Mariam Manoukyan
12 years old
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“Lusine Hakobyan, ‘bad’,” said my new teacher coldly and opened the test copy-book.
Awful.
“A bad mark?” I could hardly utter. I thought that the teacher might have been mistaken because I had never ever got a bad mark.
“A bad mark,” the teacher confirmed indifferently. “You had many mistakes, and only one exercise was written correctly. You can have a look, if you want. ”
I took the copy-book and saw my big mark in red ink. The light dimmed, I felt dizzy, I couldn’t breathe. How could I get a bad mark? Even satisfactory mark made me creepy. What will my folks think about me? Shall I tell them I have received the worst mark in the world?
Thinking of my sad situation, I started crying, which was more shameful when getting the bad mark. The tears were rolling down my cheeks on the notorious mark.
“There was no way out, you had solved one problem and I could put you but a bad mark,” the teacher tried to calm me.
But her words did not console me, life seemed meaningless because of the bad mark
“Don’t worry, I will try to do something,” sighed the teacher.
She took my copy-book and made some notes. She had changed my mark.
Lusine Hakobyan
14 years old
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I was making much noise in the kitchen. I was six at that time.
“What are you doing?”
“I am looking for copper.”
“What do you need it for?”
“I am cooking a dinner for my baby.”
“What baby?”
“Ann, the little teddy that dad gave me.”
“What do you want to cook?”
“Tasty dinner with pasta.”
“Mom, are the greens in the fridge?”
“Yes.”
“Mom, I need help.”
“I am listening.”
“How much water shall I take?”
“A cup for now.”
“A cup?”
“Yes,” said mom.
“Is it enough?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Zara, your teddy isn’t going to eat your soup. You better try to cook something for us. When daddy comes, we will have dinner all together. ”
“I cannot.”
“With my help… You cut the greens and I will bring the pasta. ”
“Tell me how to cut.”
“Just take the knife and cut it. I will peel the potatoes and you will cut them too.”
“OK, mom.”
I cut the greens and the potatoes with great difficulty. It was six o’clock, the time when dad usually comes.
“Wash your hands, dad, I am setting the table.”
Dad came. The air smelled burnt. The soup had boiled and spilt on the gas oven. We sat at table and tried to eat the dinner I had cooked. It was hard to pretend, but we ate it as we had nothing else cooked. Dad liked the soup though it tasted burnt; he did his best to make me feel good.
Zarouhie Ghukasyan
13 years old
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The bright colors faded and people’s eyes stopped shining when we entered Narek’s place. The noise from outside weakened and then completely disappeared as we closed the door. I could only hear Narek’s gasp, which depressed me more than his mother’s sob.
There was a coffin in the middle of the room. My legs started trembling and face grew pale when I saw it.
“Are you cold?” Armen asked.
I nodded. I wasn’t really cold, but it was hard for me to realize that the man in the coffin was dead. He seemed to be sleeping. Maybe, this is because I had been watching him for a long time. For a moment, I saw him move his eyes. I turned my frightened look away from him to the wall.
“What’s wrong?”
“All is fine, when are we leaving?”
“Wait a moment, sit down.”
“OK.”
And as luck would have it, the only vacant place was near the coffin. I moved trembling to the chair, pulled it aside and took a sit, not far from the deadman.
“Let’s leave, Armen.”
Armen was talking to Narek and didn’t hear what I said. I was getting nervous.
“Com on, let’s go.”
He did not hear me.
“I am leaving.”
He did not hear me again. I turned and ran out. I wanted to escape not to feel that terrible smell.
Eleonora Harutyunyan
15 years old
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“Take this money, you may want to eat something,” said my mother and handed me some money.
It’s true my nerves were so shocked that I couldn’t even think, but I could remember that the fifty dram bills were pink. I was crying on the first day as the school guard would not let my mom in. Maybe it was my bad eye that the guard was fired a year after. Then a woman approached me, asked my name and took me upstairs holding me by the hand. She was a kind lady and they did not fire her a year after. She took me to a room where a woman with a set of false teeth was explaining something. Then the bell for the first lesson rang. I heard the bell for the first time and generally everything was new that day. I had never experienced so many new things. I got acquainted with fifty new children. They were talking to one another at the break, but I was a stranger to them. At the end of the classes a girl came up to me and we went downstairs together hand in hand. This I did for the first and the last time. Isn’t it interesting that she was to approach me on the very first day? I was going down the school stairs for the first time in my life. Who could have imagined that later on many-many things were to happen there, on that staircase? I went out to the school playground for the first time.
I love that day; I really love it. I remember everything. That was the most special day in my life that never occurred again.
Naneh Sahakyan
14 years old
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I was sitting beside the mike. Everything was mixed in me; I was frightened and excited. My mother was trying to calm me down, telling that everything was fine, that there were no difficulties. But I was anyhow excited, because I was to speak for the first time on the radio and had no previous experience. I even thought to run away. Suddenly the presenter came in and announced that the recording was to begin. I did not know how to fight my excitement. I had to be brave. The presenter started reading the broadcast. Then she asked me some questions. My answers were not that bad. It was interesting how I could collect myself and solve the problem.
Later I had many opportunities to sit in front of the mike, take part in recordings, even live broadcasts, but things were not the same.
Ani Deghoyan
15 years old
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It was an ordinary day. When I came home from school mother told me:
“Julie, the dinner is on the table, eat, then do your assignments. Also, take care of your sister.”
I was six, my sister three.
“Are you leaving, mom?”
“Your dad and I are visiting granny and we are in a hurry…”
“Aren’t we coming, mom, sis and me?” I asked crying.
“We will be back soon, you better stay at home, do your lessons. Sis will be playing.”
“OK.”
They left. I seated sis beside me at the table and said:
“Now dear we’ll have dinner, then we’ll play.”
I took the spoon and started staffing sis. She cried; maybe she was not hungry at all.
“Please, dear, don’t cry,” I said.
Sis did not say anything, she only cried. I could hardly calm her; what else could I do for her?
“Diane, let’s play. Come on.”
She did not say anything and I thought she was not against. I went to mom’s room, took her bag, put on shoes and earrings. I looked like a young mother. I came to the dining room.
“Here I am Diane, I am now to be your mom and you-my baby.”
I took mom’s lipstick, used it.
Sister looked at me in surprise. I took the distant control set and gave it to her.
“Kid, you hold this phone for a moment, I have to go shopping.”
I went to the next room, our shop.
When I came back, I only found a battery left from the set.
“What did you do? Now, what will I say to mom?”
Just at that moment the bell rang. I opened the door; there stood dad and mom. They looked at me in surprise: I had mom’s dress on, there was a new bag in my hands, my mother’s new bag. My sister was in the dining room, breaking everything; I had many assignments to do.
Nothing interesting happened then, but now when I stay alone at home, I keep quite.
Juliana Arakelyan
15 years old
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Once my mother decided to organize my birthday party at school. I was against and said that my classmates were not good at all and I was at odds with them. Mother reprimanded me for these words. I stopped telling mom out of her initiative because I understood that she was right. Next morning mom woke me earlier than usual.
“Aram, get up, get dressed, comb your hair. It’s time to go to school.”
I was getting to school. We entered the classroom. There were varicolored balloons and paper decorations all over the room. Each of my classmates had a present for me.
Since then I started making friends with my classmates.
Aram Abrahamyan
14 years old
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