Saturday, September 30th, 2017 Hi Errida, how’s life? I hope that you’re doing great. I reply your letter as soon as possible and this time I want to share my

Saturday, September 30th, 2017 Hi Errida, how’s life? I hope that you’re doing great. I reply your letter as soon as possible and this time I want to share my stories about why did I have a nickname as clumsy boy. It is started from an incident back when I was a child. As I recalled, it happen on summer 2010. At that time I was eight years old. My friends and I were playing on the playground. We played a game of hide and seek. We played happily. Until, it was my turned to look for them. I was looking for them one by one and managed to find it. However, one of my friend named Hadi was very clever in hiding. I could not find him. Then I kept looking for him. I remembered that Hadi wearing a red shirt and blue pants. As I passed the elephant statue in the park, I saw a kid wearing a red shirt and blue pants. Without thinking, I immediately approached him. After getting close, I pulled him and took him to my friends. I wanted to tell them that I had managed to find him. However, I became silent, when I saw Hadi was near my friends. He greeted me “hey why did not you find me?” I was confused. Then I saw my friends laugh. Then I looked to the children who I drag from near the elephant statue. I was surprised that it was not Hadi but he was someone else wearing the same clothes. The boy looked at me with disgust. All of my friends there were laughing at me. I was very ashamed. I wanted to run out of there. Finally, I apologized to the boy which I had been pulled. Since then I was always called as clumsy by my friend. Hope it makes you smirk in a great joy. Happy long holiday my friend. Hope you reply me soon. Your Best pal. Herdiyan. According to the text, how old is the writer by the time he wrote the letter?