Money Value

There was a time when I did not know the value of money. I was six years old and had been taken to attend a wedding.

On the last day of the celebration somebody gave me a five hundred-rupee note. For me it was nothing but a piece of paper. So I made an airplane out of it and flew it down a hill!

Later, my mother asked me for the money so that she could keep it safely in her purse. I told her innocently that it had flown away. Now I am thirteen years old and would not do such a thing ever again. Not even in my dreams!