Personal Writing: My Holiday It was a gloomy day and there was nothing much I could do aside from cleaning my room. I chose to do that because my mother had been nagging me about the state of my room for the past week or so. I started off by clearing up the mess from my study table. First, I threw away all the unwanted papers and chocolate wrappers lying all over the place. Next, I arranged all my books in a neat pile and as I opened one of the drawers to keep them, I noticed an old photo album. I kept the books in the drawer and opened the album. It has photographs of me when I was about three years old. One of the ph