As my mom and I have gone through a lot of "stuff" for my graduation, I've stumbled across a lot of old essays of mine. It's been fun to look back on them and see how I've changed. My writing style has changed somewhat (and I certainly hope my grammar and punctuation have improved!), but the one thing that remains unchanged is my passion for writing. I've always loved writing essays, stories, reports, debates, etc. Carl and I even wrote a "family newspaper" for a while, and I enjoy writing our family Christmas letters.
With that in mind, here are a couple of essays I've written. This first one is one I don't even remember doing, but I think I was probably around ten—so PLEASE forgive the poor grammar!
Jeff the Giraffe
My name is Jeff. I live in Noah's ark. How did I get there? Good question! One day my mom said that we were going to move away from home. So we started walking, and walking, and walking. Finally we came to this HUGE thing that looked like an upside down house. There was a man named Noah that kept talking about a flood. Then he herded us on to the boat, and here I am now.
Let me tell you, it is not fun being on this boat. Why? Because it feels like there is a non-stop earthquake going on. PLUS, there is water falling from the sky. It is noisy in the ark, because there is 2 of every kind of animal in here. It is so shaky in here I can barely keep my food down.
The water is so high that there is no ground outside, and it is so dark I cannot see very well.
Wait, I think I hear the boat hitting land. At last, after almost a year I can get off the ark.
3 months later
I am finally getting off the boat. Everything looks really different. Oh, well, I guess I will get used to it. I even have a new brother to explore with.
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