Wednesday, July 11, 2007

My Vacation as Dictated by Me Myself at the Age of Eight

There is something so endearing about hearing a child talk about their vacation. They remember the most random things that sometimes seem trivial compared to the big picture. They go to Disney World for the first time and all they can talk about is seeing the elephant pooping at Animal Kingdom. It is very honest.

Well, I went to the Adirondacks on my vacation.

On Monday my friend Sam and I climbed a mountain. I hit my leg on a stump and it bleeded. There was a green bug on my arm. I smooshed it. I had to pee in the bushes because there wasn't a bathroom on the top of the mountain.

I ate two green apple Jolly Ranchers, and Sam liked the watermelon ones. I don't like watermelon anything!
On Tuesday we climbed another mountain. It was called Blue mountain but it wasn't blue. I got out of breath and there were girls up there holding hands. I climbed the stairs up the tower. My sister picked up a red salamander. It took more than forever to walk down the blue mountain. I thought we would never get to the car but then we did. I was the sweatiest I had ever been before, but Cody used the air conditioner in the car.

On Wednesday it was the 4th of July. It rained. I bought Jelly Bellys and Sam spit out a melon flavored one. We went to a store that had lots of stuff in it and I bought a book.

Even though it rained a lot, my dad still cooked on the grill. We ate hamburgers and hot dogs, but I didn't. I ate a chik pattie.

We saw the fireworks but it was raining. One of the fireworks was a circle. I like the ones that make sounds.

My favorite part of my vacation was when the ducks and the gooses came near us. We fed them Cheerios and bread. There were nine baby ducks! We counted them! There were only two baby gooses, but they were bigger than the ducks.
Sometimes, the big goose made a hissing sound and stuck out his tongue. I wasn't suppose to go near goose because they are mean and will hurt your finger with the beak.
When the ducks pooped, you could see it floating in the water.

Dreamy Wednesdays


Dream Poem

Everytime you see a tree
or dream a cloud,
there is that in you of the tree
there is that in you of the cloud.
The saguaro dreams in drought
and endures.
The cloud dreams
our woe --sneezes, cries.
The rain falls


I dreamt that my car was so buried in snow
that I had to stand on top of it
to start shoveling off.