At the age of seven, I started school in London. There I met a teacher, Mr. King. He 1 my life. Mr. King taught me math. He was 2 . He often told us funny stories. So his 3 made us excited.
One day, Mr. King 4 me while I was on my way home. He 5 a piece of paper with some math exercises on it. With a smile, he asked, "Would you like to have a try, my kid?" I was a bit 6 and took those exercises home. I worked hard that night.
The next day, when I gave the answers to him, he 7 checked them and said, "Well done! I 8 your love for math will help you with the rest."
After Mr. King encouraged me, I spent all my free time on the exercises. A week later, I succeeded! Mr. King gave more 9 to me, expecting me to make great progress. Every time I worked out the 10 , I had a lot of fun. Exercises became harder and I put more effort into math.
I enjoyed math. It was Mr. King that opened the door to math for me and led me in. I was thankful to Mr. King.
