Dear Journal,We went to the garbage can behind Smith’s grocery store to get bunny food. Dad boosted me in and a guy came out. He must not have seen dad because he started throwing boxes of garbage at me. I dodged it very carefully and quietly and he never knew I was in there. Once he threw a box of rotten tomatoes at me. I fell on a box of lettuce. Dad just laughed.
I am 10
Love, Melonie
Dear Journal,
We saw an article in the Murray Big Events Newsletter about a race. I went and won the 50 yard dash! Then, I got asked to substitute on a relay team and won the race and I got 2nd place in the standing long-jump. I was very happy! Since we had won the relay race, we had to run another race but a girl messed up so we won 5th place.
On our way home (my sister, Jessica, and I rode a bike) Jessica wanted to walk home so I let her off. I went ahead on my bike and I saw a black dog charge after me. It bit me on my upper, left leg. I watched his teeth dig in and take a chunk out of my leg. I had to fall off my bike and throw it at him to get him to let go. I ran the rest of the way home. There was blood everywhere, handfuls of it. Mom went to the movies. I did know what to do but I was worried about Jessica so I went back to see if she was alright.
We went to the doctor later. They said I should’ve had stitches but it was too late so they scrubbed it with a wire brush. It hurt! I had to miss my Junior Jazz parade and stay wrapped up in a sheet, laid down for our family vacation. We had to keep putting hydrogen peroxide on it and scrub it (after just ripping off the bandage from my sore skin). Ouch!
I am 10
Love, Melonie
We learned how to make candles for Colonial Days in school. We dipped a string in hot wax, then cold water and molded it into a candle with our hands. We kept doing that until it was fat enough. Then we held it in ice-cold water. We learned a cool dance; but I had to dance with boys! Then we made ice cream in cans by rolling them on the floor.
Love, Mel
Sorry, I’m not writing my best. This is my best:
I can’t wait for Christmas!
*All names have been changed in order to protect the privacy of those involved.
