Monday, October 19, 2009

memory writing

Rockets. It was a very sunny day in the summer and I was about three years old. My older cousin was shooting off a rocket that he made and all of the family was going to go watch the spectacle. It was time. The rocket went straight up through the air with a light cloud wafting behind it. It was cool and fascinated me, until i saw the playground. so, i ran off to the playgroun with my older sister. The playgroun was about 50-60 yards away and next to a school. I jumped on the monkey bars, my fortress, and started playing star wars. I was a storm trooper and i was hit by an imaginary bullet. I hung my self on a bar, the bar at my waist. Then I slipped.

When i woke up my uncle was over me, making sure i was all right. His old, gruff face more composed than my wet, crying mess. I found my family for refuge. I there is anything i want you to learn from my story is that don't hang on monkey bars no matter what the urge.


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2 comments:

  1. Hey its caroline!!funny story i can definately see you doing that haha(: heard you got the only A on the test in first period...very impressive! You should follow me(i mean my blog haha) im in third period

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  2. Excellent. Made me actually see you crying over your uncle.

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