Author's Note: Here is just something that happened and decided to write about it. This story is true and is an example of my summary style.
Wednesday, December 9th,2009. That was the date of our first snow day! I woke up at about 7:00 that morning and came to a conclusion that today was a snow day. When everyone woke up we had breakfast, french toast. Then me and my sis, Emma, went into our room to wrap chistmas gifts. Later that day my brother, Zack, came in to wrap his presents. The only problem with that was that he didn't have anything to wrap. So went into his room and for a Ohio State footbal that makes noises. He said he would give it to my dad, even though my dad already knows we have that.... SO I help him wrap it up after we , not my dad, tell him that your not supposed to give people things that they alredy know we have. That didn't work, he still put it under the tree.
Before lunch we all went outside to play in the snow. My sis and I tried to make a snowman but it didn't turn out to well....
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
It's a Dogs' Life
Author's Note: A true story and something to share with you. You can also see the timeline I created through the story. In this piece you have an example of my storytelling technique.
Cherokee, he was my play toy, my jungle gym, my blanket, and my dog.
One day a little after my mom and dad got married and my dad was training to become a pilot a puppy started following him around the airport. This dog was living here with his family and I guess he just thought my dad looked like a nice dog person. Well he picked the right person. He followed my dad around for a few days when finally my dad called my mom who was at home and said."I've got a puppy following me around and wondered if I could take him home." My mom said yes. They found out that the puppy was a boy and decided to call him Cherokee, that is the name of the plane my dad was learning how to fly, so the name made sense.
A few years later my parents had a friend over for supper,pizza. Cherokee decided to go up to the table and find out what they where doing. The friend that was over saw Cherokee and pulled a big piece of pizza out of the box. Then she lowered her hand and Cherokee snatched it away from her hand. My parents were alarmed that she did this without even asking them permission! Ever since that day Cherokee begged and begged for human food.
A year later my brother was born. He has autism, or special needs. He would climb, jump, and tackle Cherokee. I don't know exactly what Cherokee did but my parents say that he played nice with my brother.(Zack)
Then I was born 2 years later, I saw what Zack did to Cherokee so I pretty much copied him.
Then after another 4 years my sister was born.(Emma) I bet you can guess what she did with Cherokee.(samething as Zack and I)
Now I'll skip all the way through his life until 2007. Cherokee is about 15 dog years now and in June He started acting funny. He walked sideways and didn't eat as much. My mom took him to the vet (we thought he was having a stroke) and the vet said that it was a desease in his ear. He also said that it wasm't a stroke and that he would be fine. We were so relived.
In 2008 on 4th of July he did have a stroke. This was at around 5:00am so my dad woke saw him and rushed him to the vet. They vet ended up having to put him down.....
:(
Now we are looking for a house and then we will find a puppy to care and love for.
Cherokee, he was my play toy, my jungle gym, my blanket, and my dog.
One day a little after my mom and dad got married and my dad was training to become a pilot a puppy started following him around the airport. This dog was living here with his family and I guess he just thought my dad looked like a nice dog person. Well he picked the right person. He followed my dad around for a few days when finally my dad called my mom who was at home and said."I've got a puppy following me around and wondered if I could take him home." My mom said yes. They found out that the puppy was a boy and decided to call him Cherokee, that is the name of the plane my dad was learning how to fly, so the name made sense.
A few years later my parents had a friend over for supper,pizza. Cherokee decided to go up to the table and find out what they where doing. The friend that was over saw Cherokee and pulled a big piece of pizza out of the box. Then she lowered her hand and Cherokee snatched it away from her hand. My parents were alarmed that she did this without even asking them permission! Ever since that day Cherokee begged and begged for human food.
A year later my brother was born. He has autism, or special needs. He would climb, jump, and tackle Cherokee. I don't know exactly what Cherokee did but my parents say that he played nice with my brother.(Zack)
Then I was born 2 years later, I saw what Zack did to Cherokee so I pretty much copied him.
Then after another 4 years my sister was born.(Emma) I bet you can guess what she did with Cherokee.(samething as Zack and I)
Now I'll skip all the way through his life until 2007. Cherokee is about 15 dog years now and in June He started acting funny. He walked sideways and didn't eat as much. My mom took him to the vet (we thought he was having a stroke) and the vet said that it was a desease in his ear. He also said that it wasm't a stroke and that he would be fine. We were so relived.
In 2008 on 4th of July he did have a stroke. This was at around 5:00am so my dad woke saw him and rushed him to the vet. They vet ended up having to put him down.....
:(
Now we are looking for a house and then we will find a puppy to care and love for.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Journal entry---SNOW
Author's Note:This is a journal entry, in a romantic mode. I don't care for writing in a romantic mode but this wasn't to hard. Please leave comments about it.
Gently sparkling down from the heavens, snow as white as the clouds on a warm spring day.The white snow covers everything like a white fluffy blanket and keeps things cold instead of warm. The sound of a baby decares morning and soon children run out into the snow only to come back in for hot chocolate. Children push an dshove the snow into three glistening piles of snow. One smaller than the rest. The kids pile them on top of each other and stick branches out of the sides. They use carrots and small rocks to create a face. Then they step back and look at the masterpiece they just created. The children run off to some other game and leave behind a friend made of snow.
Gently sparkling down from the heavens, snow as white as the clouds on a warm spring day.The white snow covers everything like a white fluffy blanket and keeps things cold instead of warm. The sound of a baby decares morning and soon children run out into the snow only to come back in for hot chocolate. Children push an dshove the snow into three glistening piles of snow. One smaller than the rest. The kids pile them on top of each other and stick branches out of the sides. They use carrots and small rocks to create a face. Then they step back and look at the masterpiece they just created. The children run off to some other game and leave behind a friend made of snow.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thanksgiving
Author's Note: This would be a perfect Thanksgiving for me, and it hopefully paints a picture in your mind.
Smells are wafting in the air as I step down the stairs slowly, as if in a trace, among the smells. I wait at the door waiting for the first of our guests arrive. Ding Dong, the doorbell chimes. I jump out of the seat and open the door and there, standing at the door are all of my relitives. Aunts, uncles, cousins, friends all greet me warmly as I let them in. All of them immediatly at the table waiting for what they came here for. Soon one of the little cousins chants in a loud, obnoxious voice,"I WANT FOOD! I WANT FOOD!" Soon the other kids join in and even the adults, after awile I even here mysel chanting. Then my mom bursts into the room smiling, laughing and holding platters full of mashed potatoes, corn, beans, biscuits, carnberry sauce and other dilicious things. Finally what we've all been waiting for th turkey. My dad is in the room holding up the plate that holds the turkey. Everyone is slilent even the little ones as my dad slices off the first slice of turkey. Soon plates are piled high with everything you could imagine. Okay well mabye not everything...
Smells are wafting in the air as I step down the stairs slowly, as if in a trace, among the smells. I wait at the door waiting for the first of our guests arrive. Ding Dong, the doorbell chimes. I jump out of the seat and open the door and there, standing at the door are all of my relitives. Aunts, uncles, cousins, friends all greet me warmly as I let them in. All of them immediatly at the table waiting for what they came here for. Soon one of the little cousins chants in a loud, obnoxious voice,"I WANT FOOD! I WANT FOOD!" Soon the other kids join in and even the adults, after awile I even here mysel chanting. Then my mom bursts into the room smiling, laughing and holding platters full of mashed potatoes, corn, beans, biscuits, carnberry sauce and other dilicious things. Finally what we've all been waiting for th turkey. My dad is in the room holding up the plate that holds the turkey. Everyone is slilent even the little ones as my dad slices off the first slice of turkey. Soon plates are piled high with everything you could imagine. Okay well mabye not everything...
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