Jan 11
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My Time

    I climb the tree to the tippy top. It is so quiet and peaceful. All I hear is the water rushing and the wind blowing in my hair. I pull out my book and read until the sun goes down. It only feels like it has been two minutes but it has been two hours. Time is slower when I am by the tree.
    I hear my name being called and I climb down. I ran home. When I get home I tell my mother what happened at the tree. Then I sit down for our spaghetti dinner.

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About the Author: Chook
Chelsey Hook