The following essay by 4th grader Han-saem seemed exceptionally charming. I reproduce it with spelling and grammatical errors uncorrected.
today, I made book. because it's Homework over the vacation. I have paper, glue, colored pencil, and scissors. I'm cut into strips paper by scissor and painted with colored pencil on the upside. Finally, I'm cheak but ... oh my god!!! this is strange because it is a dream ㅠㅠ
This is a child to whom I can most definitely relate - dreaming of making books.
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