Wordy Wednesday (or: Miss O writes a story)

Y'all, we found the best thing in Miss O's backpack today. Apparently she had to write a personal story in class. The worksheet had separate boxes for First, Next, and Last sections and my little wordsmith filled those in and then some.

So here, in Miss O's very own words, is the story of the tumble she took off the five-foot high landing on her brandy-new, just-installed-that-day playset.

My Tree House Fall
I was climbing my tree house ladder, and I was also dragging my toy up too. It was dark out. I was about 5 or 6. So I was in 1st grade.

So there I was climbing my tree house ladder dragging my toy.

When I reached the top I at least tryed to pull them up but I could only pull them up half way until... BOOM! Next thing I knew I was on the ground. I stareted to cry.

Then my parits parents heard me. They rushed over. I could barley open my eyes. When I did everything looked blurry to me my head hurt. So I closed my eyes and my mom took me inside and turned on the tv and gave me m and ms. Then we went to the emringcy room and I was all better.

The end.

I laughed. I cried. I wondered who the heck would feed their possibly concussed daughter candy and cartoons, and then I realized that apparently, I would. Whoops.

Comments

[dawnmski]

Oh my !! That is soooo cute!

[red pen mama]

That is an awesome story! Go Miss O.

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