Braille is like a game improving all the time. It runs under my fingers as a mysterious river.
I started learning Braille already in my first form. At the outset it seemed so difficult and toilsome that many a time I gave way to tears and they flowed like river.The more I read and wrote the better and more fascinating everything became.
One day I realised that Braille is like a game, that I can print various jolly pictures with dots and train my fingers at the same time.
When I had mastered Braille I plunged into the exciting land of reading. Reading made me wiser.In stories I found lots of fascinating new words and by now I have quite a rich vocabulary.Reading has also developed my imagination. While reading I wander with the heroes of the book in far off places. Owing to that I can visit very peculiar countries. Sometimes, in my fantasy, I make stories over again and put their characters into my own story or become the character of a story myself.
At times when I feel sad, reading cheers me up. I have found many new games from the stories and later on played them with my friends. A Braille storybook is also an ideal fellow-traveller.
Owing to reading and writing skills I have written a few books myself. One of my books is of fairy tales about animals and their friends. The others tell about people.
When I feel bored and take a storybook of my own writing from the bookshelf I realise every time that my fantasy has made a good deal ofprogress and I would like to go on with the Braille game over and over again and develop it.
Braille has made my life easier and jollier and it seems to be getting more and more exciting.