It's 5:00. The season is summer.
I hear the
basketball bouncing
and hitting the back-
board. Hearing the

ball going in the net.
The mood is happy, fun,
joyful.

You remember when you closed the door

to your room? You jumped and flopped 

on your bed and pillows. There were

sounds of people talking, and leaves

blowing in the wind. It felt like soft

feathers. It smelled like flowers outside

your room. You felt the soft quiet wind

blowing through the window on your face.

It smelled like your mom's cooking.

You started taking out toys to play with,

then your mom called you for dinner.

Right now I feel like a music box that has gotten

batteries, and sometimes stops. But I used

to be a music box with no batteries.

But at five I was a fragile, skinny cheetah

in a big, lighted factory. At six I was a wise and quick
fox,
usually doing some cunning tricks.

At seven I was a superhero, soaring in the sky

helping people passing by.

Now I have told you about my past.

Now think of your past, and tell me about it

when you turn nine.

Before the blowing people
have to put one arm
clothes and go to the
basement, or else the blowing
will blow you away.

After the blowing you
will not survive, people will
die, because is is a strong
wind.

Soon in theaters!

I want my aunt's
baby to be cute and it is
almost born because in two
months it is born on March
20th, 2010 that means it
is born this year.

It is going to be a boy.
My aunt has 4D pictures of
him when she was doing her
exams on the baby. In one of
the pictures the baby was pointing
a finger because he was
trying to say, Mommy number 1.
His name is Ebraham Gabriel

My aunt's name is Yesenia.
The baby's nickname is Nunu.

The snow was piled high as a polar bear. The snow was as beautiful as a princess. The snow was coming down like a book.

I am a cupcake going in to the oven.

I am a tarantula sneaking up on something

to kill.

I am a playful puppy that plays all day.

I am a sweet, juicy apple in the fall,

hanging from a tree.

I am a tree falling down in the woods.
I am a brick falling down a building.
I am a sun coming up in the sky.
I am a moon coming up at night.
I am a cloud falling from the sky.

Sometimes people can;
see the moon in the night
in spring time. I think
that the moon looks shiney
because it is very bright.

In summer, the beach
is really hot. And
I hear the waves
making the water
splash. And I feel
the sun sweetly.
And I feel the
water, cold. The
sand tickles
my feet.