Robert was a very ordinary boy. He lived with his mother and father in an ordinary house in an ordinary street which was opposite the park. Every morning his father put on his hat, picked up his umbrella from the hall, and went off to work. His mother put on an apron, got out the vacuum cleaner and did the housework. And Robert put on his uniform, picked up his lunchbox and went off to school.

In the afternoon when he got home, his mother opened the door and said: "Hello, dear! Did you have a nice day?" Then they had tea and sometimes went shopping together. Later, when his father came back from work, they all had dinner and talked, and then Robert did his homework and went to bed.

At the weekends he went to the park. He liked this place because there were always many children to play with. He liked playing on the playground, or playing hide-and-seek, or just listening to live music. But best of all he liked riding his new scooter. He got it for his birthday. Robert liked his life.