I never complain, though ringing me hurts every time. I am happy the children wait for the sound of me when they ring me (hit actually). I am hung near the playground so watching the children play is joy unpreceded. I talk to the pretty little orange flowers when am bored. They understand me quite well. Life seems so fragile for them, I pity them but love them the same.
There was this boy called Raj I remember very well, I watched him grow from a very mischievous boy to a very mature one. I recently heard he is a scientist now. There are few hundred stories i would like to tell. Such changes for humans, it only makes me love children more.
I do not regret the way I lived. I loved every one of the children I saw, I still do.
I heard they are going to replace me, am fine as long as they put someone worthy of my place.
Billy the Bell. ( It was Raj who named me Billy )