Once a child named Alex lived in a small house in Peshawar. His age was ten. He was a creative child. Alex believed that life existed under the Earth's crust. Alex didn't had much friends. Alex liked discovering things. Alex father's name was Ben and Alex mother name was Sarah but unfortunately Sara died in a car accident when Alex was three years old. Alex didn't had siblings. Alex father worked in a food factory and that's why their financial conditions were not too good. One day Ben was fired from his job for no reason. In search of a job Ben and Alex migrated to Karachi. Alex was very unhappy to leave his home town. After thirteen hours traveling in bus the finally reached karachi. Ben rented a small house which was near Arabian Sea. At morning Ben would go in search of a job and Alex would go to school. In after noon Alex would go to beach to play. One ordinary day Alex was going to beach. In a blink of an eye Alex saw some logs. Then Alex went near the logs and shouted" do these logs belong to anyone"? but no one replied. Suddenly Alex got an idea in his crazy mind. He ran to his home as fast as he could. He took some ropes from his house and went back to beach quickly. Then he was making some thing from the logs and ropes. Then after three hours of hard work ,Alex finally made a raft. It was late so Alex decided to go home and left the raft on beach. When Alex and Ben were having supper ,Ben asked Alex in curiosity " my dear , how was your day and which activities you performed today"?Alex replied in a polite way "dad today I made a raft out of logs and ropes and my dad was just marvellous ". Ben though his son was just kidding about the raft.