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I just got my new cell phone few weeks ago, and it has been on for only a few hours. This is my second cell phone. My first one was a PHS cell phone. I had it when I was in elementary school. Because my elementary school was far away from home, for my safety, my parents decided to drive me to school and back home. Every evening when the school got to an end, I would borrow my homeroom teacher's cell phone or the telephone in the teachers' office to call my parents. Not long after that, Mother gave me her old cell phone, which was the PHS, and told me to call her with it. That was my first cell phone. Actually, it already had five years of history in Mother's hands, and it was used for four more years and ended up in recycling.
For me, cell phones are not very necessary, but it may be really inconvenient without one. In the modern days, cell phones have become a part of human life. We can see people walking around talking on the phone, or even playing games without watching their footsteps. Cell phones are very useful, since they have different functions, such as alarms, clock, mp3, camera. We can even surf the Internet with it now. However, such a charming and convenient invention isn't always that lovely. When everyone on the bus is playing with their phones, it will be such a peaceful and quiet scene to see, no one disturbing other people or moving around. That might sound good but couldn't always come truth. If you meet someone that is totally addicted to his or her cell phone, that's when the tragedy happens. Let me tell you my own story. I was on my way home from cram school. It was nice and quiet on the bus. I sat by the window with headphones on. Everything was fine until a kid sat beside me. He was about ten years old with a big toy gun in his hands. He took out his cell phone as soon as he took his seat, and started to play his games. The boy had his gun in one hand and his cell phone in the other. He was making a loud noise and waving his toy in the air. Finally, he hit my arm. "Be careful with your gun, kid." I roared at him, accidentally in English, since I was listening to an English song. He looked at me for a moment and began to cry. It was terrible; even though someone from the back tapped my shoulder and told me not to be so rude, I ignored him and left the boy crying. I know it sounds evil, but I think I felt better when he cried. Honestly, that's why I've always hated people who can't leave cell phones.
{{ $t('FEZ003') }}2017-05-05
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