vendredi 2 mars 2012

My Memory Map Tour

The car kept driving when finally it slowed down in front of a long driveway surrounded by pine trees. A small sign at the end of the drive way read "ANTIQUES" was painted in red and white. Our car crunched along the gravel driveway and in front of us a house loomed into view. It was a beige brick house with a brown roof. The window-frames were painted blue while the doors and the garage door white. There was a cement porch by the garage and the front door and a small paved driveway in front of the garage. On the side of the house there was a big weeping willow.

But we didn't stop in front of the house like I thought we would, instead we turned to the right where the driveway continued around a small forest. We parked in front of a large white and blue, tin shop, the antique shop I guessed. Father told me to get out of the car and run around a bit, for his business with the shop owner would take a while.

I got out of the car and stretched my legs. I shot a look around and realised there was a smaller building just beside the shop. This one was made out of wood but it was still white and it had a black roof. There was a brown wooden porch in front of this smaller building too.

A young boy of about my age came out of the shop with the shop owner and came my way. He asked if I wanted to have a look around because he wouldn't mine showing me. I wispered a silent yes. The boy showed me to the back of the house. There was a treehouse a sandbox and two swing sets there. One of the swing sets looked like it was made for little kids for the swings were low to the ground and a small blue slide ran beside it. The tree house had a long yellow slide attached to it, had a yellow wheel at the top a small fake kitchen at the bottom and monkey bars behind it. The boy told me it was fun to play pirates inside. The sandbox was full of toys. Some for sand and others regular house toys like figurines and cars. The other swing set was made of steel and painted blue. The swings looked strong and everybody could use it.

Behind the structure there was a very big garden with nothing in it. But I wasn't surprised because it was the beginnig of fall and they must have finished harvesting it. The boy brought me to a grove of pine trees where a fire pit was it the middle. Dried wood was piled in the woods behind. You could hardly see it, though.

He then brought me to a shed where he said his cats and his rabbit lived. On the right side of the shed there was a big choke-cherry tree and on the left a pen where his dog lived.

I than heard Father screaming my name. I thanked the boy and ran to Father. I decided I wouldn't mine living in the country. It was fun.

jeudi 23 février 2012

Where the Red Fern Grows

In class we are ow and reading the book "Where the Red Fern Grows. I am liking the book right now and I see lots of good lessons with it. If you want to read my responce click here.

vendredi 17 février 2012

The Miracle

In class we are writing memoirs. I chose to write about my poor cat and her kittens. If you wish to read it click here. I hope you like it.

lundi 23 janvier 2012

La préhistoire

En classe nous avons tous écrit une histoire au sujet de la préhistoire. Il avait de nouvelles expérience pendant ce projet. Si vous voulez en savoir plus, cliquer ici.

vendredi 20 janvier 2012

Gone, by Jack Johnson

In class we have done a project called lyric assignment. I chose the song Gone by Jack Johnson. If you click  here you can read my thoughts about the project and why I chose the song and other things.

Le fils du pendu

En classe nous lisons "Le fils du pendu". Ce livre te fat beaucoup penser au sujet de la mort. Il te fait aussi poser des questions comme: Quoi si mon père était mort? ou Comment expliquer la mort à un enfant qui ne le comprends pas? Si vous voulez en lire davantage au sujet de mes penser cliquer ici.

lundi 5 décembre 2011

When you beat a boy at a sport

Boys always think that girls are weak and that they don't like gym. So it  really is a thrill when you finally beat them, be it at tug-a-war or just scoring on them in soccer.

 First they look at you in disbelief and cry in shock"I can't believe I got beat by a girl!". The shock might stay there for  couple of minutes but then they will start to invent excuses like "I let them win" or "I was going easy on her".

While he is struggling to regain his pride, you are enjoying your victory and watch him struggle. Trust me it is the best thing you'll see in a good while.

AWESOME!!!