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Oct. 14, 2004
when I was 7 years old
(2. Grade)
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I went apple picking when I was in first grade. I piked many apples. I pike red ones, green ones, yellow ones, and aquamorean ones too. I picked so meny apples that ther was a hole in my bag. Nicki was my partner and Nicki had a hole in his bag too. There was a barn yared ride. Then we whent home. We spent the whole day ther. My mom was all redy ther. So I whent off the bus. Wile my mom was driving me home I couted my apples. I had thirty two apples. On my way to Japanes school I ate three apples.
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Oct. 26, 2004
when I was 7 years old
(2. Grade)
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To many pumpkins
I went on a pumpkin piking trip when I got to the patch. I think there were threehundredsixty eghte pumpkins there. I pike the one that was 5 inches long, I geus her's were about twely inches long. I think it was the day befor Halloween because she needed atentchon and makeing decorashon for Halloween. If she could make about twenty jack-o-lanturens in one hoer. She carved almost all the pumpkins she had left. It would take her adout three hoers and forty minuts. If she had still fifty pumpkin seeds she could have about one hundred pumpkins eatch seed can grow about five pumpkins eatch.
If she could make pumpkin pie, mufen, cake, brad, waffles, and all those treats why didn't she just call a bulldozer?
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I won the Recycling Poster Contest of the State of New York in 2005. This is my award winning picture. |
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Jan. 24, 2006
when I was 8 years (almost 9!) old
(3. Grade 3-W)
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CHAPTER 1 - FLYING INTO SPACE
My family and my house flew away. We went into space. We went outside. We could breath! My brother and me played on the rings of Satern. Two green-headed pigs with silver wings and blue bodies with red spots were flying around Jupiter. They were singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" I made the pigs sit. I rode one of the pigs. It was like riding a horse. I played fetch with Pluto. "Woof" went Pluto. My mom said we should go on Mars to get "Mars-mellows" so we can get something to eat.
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Feb. 7, 2006 |
1st Draft
Today was the day to take off my training-wheels and ride it correctly. So at ten o' clock my family went in the car and my dad drove us to an empty parking lot.
First I practiced if I could balance and not hear the rattling noise of my training-wheels. I only heared it a little. I was ready. I took a deep breath and one more until I felt not really nerves.
After the seventh deep breath I felt O.K.
My dad took off my training wheels. I got on my bike.
While I was peddaling, my dad held the back of my seat and ran the next thing I knew, my dad was at the car. I was surprised and very happy.
I was so proud that I could finally ride my bike. I was so proud I was closing my eyes and smiling and then suddenly..."CRASH!" I crashed into my brother. My brother fell off his tricycal. I picked up my bike and rode off.
Later I rode my bike again.
My brother was in my way. My dad told me go around. I went left. He went in front of me. I went right. He went in front of me. My brother went right too. I was half way around and he came in my way and…"CRASH!" Now, it was his fault.
After a half an hour, we went home. I was great!
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Oct. 31, 2006
My first story with an illustration
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How do you like it??
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