I am paper. Man's most used yet simplest creation. You can see me every where...mostly in books. Today I am going to take you through my auto biography. As you all know I'm made from wood, which comes from tree trunks. Man uses me in every way...like writing on me and expressing their ideas, for making question papers for tests. You know what happens to me when I go into that big-printing machine?? It is like this: I am inserted through that cramped slit, but not cramped for me as I'm really thin. Then those green sensor rays scan me as if I'm carrying some deadly weapon. Now comes the best part: The machine parts tickle me and then throw the wet picture on me. It sticks and cools on me. Finally I come out of the other slit of the machine and there you have it: A perfect printed picture. People also paint paintings on me and this increases my beauty. But these humans don't behave with me so properly. Children, especially boys fold me into a paper plane and then throw me at the girls and the girls in anger tear me apart. OUCH!!!That really hurts me. Children misuse me by writing answers in me secretly to copy them onto the exam paper. And when they are caught copying answers, they are sent to Madam’s office and I'm thrown into the dustbin. Sometimes I'm crumpled into a ball and then the boys slap me with their hands. But later I realized that it's their game called: Paper Cricket. People stamp over me and leave a giant foot print on me. But I'm found everywhere. In dustbins, books, copies, pockets, wallets and mouth even!!Some people think that I'm an edible thing, so they chew and eat me. The saliva in their mouth turns into mush. I forgot to mention that I'm found on floors and sometimes in pencil boxes too. I hope you liked my auto biography and I also hope that you have learned from the ill-treatment you HUMANS do to me!!