Favorite Fictional Character. Author : TISYA SAHU

 Favorite Fictional Character.

Author : TISYA SAHU

Everyone has watched cartoon in their childhood, some people still watch. Well I also like one cartoon, the most famous Japanese cartoon, if you guessed then yes it's 'Shin Chan'. And obviously my favorite character is Shin chan. Now, let me tell you why. Read till the end

I used to watch this cartoon when I was like 4years. I used to watch it a lot. But when I came to Mumbai, I stopped watching. But after 1 year I was just checking few channels which I never saw. And for my surprise I saw 'Shin Chan'. I quickly clicked it and started watching it. I forgot about the world cause when I watch that cartoon I never really concentrate on others. Oh yeah, I was gonna say why I like the character Shin Chan. I like him because he is super hilarious, and I like people with a great sense of humor and always positive. My friends also say I am really positive. Me and my mum both like to watch this cartoon. Don't judge us cause as I said Many adults and many kids like cartoons. While watching a 5years old boy doing a lot of mistakes but taking it easily. I even like the character Mitsi/Misai/ShinChan's Mother. IT's because when she gets angry it gets more fun. > _ <

Well, I like many characters of Shin Chan. Kinda all...
Let me ask you something,
Do you know the character in below image?

If you do know, then you are also Shin Chan lovers.
OKay bye for now.....Enjoy your day.

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