Bad chewy bacon. 

                                         It gets stuck in my teeth. 

                                              No, no, no, no, no.

                                         Nails on a chalkboard.

                                            It hurts my ears

                                              “Me no Likey.” 

                                              Girl pants, 

                                       pockets are so tiny. 

                                          I hate them.

                                     People dissing beans

                                  They are  perfection    

                                        Beans, beans.     

                                       People who hate Shrek. 

                                            Bad chewy bacon. 

                                         It gets stuck in my teeth. 

                                              No, no, no, no, no.

                                         Nails on a chalkboard.

                                            It hurts my ears

                                              “Me no Likey.” 

                                              Girl pants, 

                                       pockets are so tiny. 

                                          I hate them.

                                     People dissing beans

                                  They are  perfection    

                                        Beans, beans.     

                                       People who hate Shrek. 

                                            Bad chewy bacon. 

                                         It gets stuck in my teeth. 

                                              No, no, no, no, no.

                                         Nails on a chalkboard.

                                            It hurts my ears

                                              “Me no Likey.” 

                                              Girl pants, 

                                       pockets are so tiny. 

                                          I hate them.

                                     People dissing beans

                                  They are  perfection    

                                        Beans, beans.     

                                       People who hate Shrek. 

Fifteen years ago you and I were in the backyard playing in the lawn and we made a promise. That promise was to always be friends. But then you moved to San Francisco and we were both so sad but we made a promise to keep in touch.  After you moved again I lost your address, your phone number and everything. Now I’m here writing about it in this journal. With the hope that one day you will return… 

    It was the year 2005. We were having my birthday party and my mom invited some of her friends and their kids. We met each other and hit it off. We talked and played everyday. We went to each other's houses, made forts, played outside, and even made our own treehouse called the box in a tree (because it was a box in a tree). We had so many fun adventures and the one that day before you left was the greatest one.

 

 

 

What makes me happy is horses.

They give me joy and smiles,

I hugged them and they tried.

In the horses heart I can feel,

Something good and something real. 

Gelding or mare I don’t care,

I would ride my horses anywhere.

 

Soldiers have given and still give their time and their lives. That is a sacrifice. If you give something to someone and don’t expect something back or if you do it for your country. It doesn't matter if you are small, big or anything in between. If you give something up, that is a sacrifice.

A sacrifice could be your toy, your time, or your snack. The sacrifice that you give doesn't have to be big, it could be small. Sacrifice is helping your country or someone in need.

Why do we only have one day for those who gave their lives but a whole month to celebrate other important communities? Veterans sacrifice so much and what do they get in return? They sometimes get little pay and they sometimes lose their houses.Some soldiers have to even miss their child’s birth.     

 What happens if we go into World War Three? How many people are going to want to fight for us if they get little pay and have a high chance of never getting to see their family? 

Fifteen years ago you and I were in the backyard playing in the lawn and we made a promise. That promise was to always be friends. But then you moved to San Francisco and we were both so sad but we made a promise to keep in touch.  After you moved again I lost your address, your phone number and everything. Now I’m here writing about it in this journal. With the hope that one day you will return… 

    It was the year 2005. We were having my birthday party and my mom invited some of her friends and their kids. We met each other and hit it off. We talked and played everyday. We went to each other's houses, made forts, played outside, and even made our own treehouse called the box in a tree (because it was a box in a tree). We had so many fun adventures and the one that day before you left was the greatest one.