Monday, February 26, 2007

Josiah

Josiah is my friend from church because we don't go to the same school together and church is where I met him because his dad is the leader there and when they first moved here my mom found out that he liked to draw and I do too so she said that we should be friends and then I met him and liked him and he liked me because we are both interested in the same things. We sit under the tree in the front of the church and draw dinosaurs in the dirt because dinosaurs are cool and we started a dinosaur club with just the two of us. It is fun sitting in the dirt in the dinosaur club with Josiah drawing dinosaurs that we like.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

An Excersie in Tense

Version 1

The summer was the best time to play. It was always hot out and we, my neighbor Andy who was two years older than I, could go outside and play in my sandbox in the back yard or in the trees across the street or in the creek in the back yard. It was always fun playing in the creek in the back yard because you could do so much in it. When it was especially full of crawdads, we would go to the grocery store and buy a piece of liver. After we came back from the store we would find a piece of kite string and fish for crawdads.

Version 2

The summer is the best time to play. It’s hot out and me and Andy, who is two years older than me and lives next to me, go outside and play in my sandbox in the back yard or in the trees across the street or in the creek in the back yard. It’s always fun playing in the creek in the back yard because we can do so much in it. When the crick is very full of crawdads, we go to the grocery store and buy a piece of liver. After we get back from the store we find a piece of kite string and tie the liver to the string and sit on the street tunnel and fish for crawdads.

Friday, February 9, 2007

Posting, The first.

When I had to first start school, I was so distraught over leaving home that I cried the whole first week of kindergarten. I remember the tears streaming down my face when my mother brought me to the front doors. I latched onto her leg and squeezed out tear after tear, begging my mother to take me back home, where I belonged. Kindergarten wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I was still troubled over the fact that I was being torn away from my world.