When I grow up I might be a tall basketball player. My team will play tough defense and offense. My team will be a great ball team. We might win lots of trophies and medals.
When I grow older I want to be very smart. I might be a college Professer at University of North Carolina. I might teach Social Studies. Everyone might love my great teaching.
When I grow old, maybe 80 years old, I will die. I will be buried in a coffin in the cold ground. My body will rot and my bones will grow old. I'll soon be forgotten and no one will care, nobody will care that old ___________'s there.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Medicinal Memories-3
OK, here's the last one for now--another piece of writing from the past. This one was written by a 9 1/2 year old.
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Funny how much truth there is in this one.
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