Nonfiction

      Morals.

    When I was younger I had this one dream that kept occurring at random times. It was one of those dreams that you can’t explain what was happening.

Dreaming

For the Fourth of July I go to Seattle to my Grandma and Grandpa's beach house. I get to see all my cousins and most of them are 3-6 years old. During the day you can go to these big firework tents and my uncles get so many fireworks.

 I remember walking home from school one day with my best friend. We were having a funny conversation, and we were both really happy. When we had walked about half of what we were supposed to walk, this woman came out of her house. 

I have had the same dream before. This dream was me walking around outside and then all of a sudden I fell in a big hole like Alice in Wonderland, but I just kept falling. When I am falling I feel butterflies in my stomach.

I witness injustices often now. How come when we learned about the thirteenth ammendment they just "forgot" to mention how it turned the prison system into slavery?

Are humans born only to die?
 

I just love the silver maple. The tree is not too tall nor too small, it is the perfect height for anyone to climb. I personally love the tree because when I am there it makes me relax and it just lets me think to myself.

My Special Tree  By Dannica 

The tree

It sits outside 

my window

A big and 

glorious tree

It shimmers in the winter 

And blooms in the summer

But it's not just any old tree

It’s my tree