Going to the Park

Today I went to the park. I like going to the park; there is always so much to do, and I have lots of fun. I've been to lots of parks. I've been on twirling slides, I've been on long and steep slides, and I've been on bumpy slides. I've climbed up ladders and stairs, I've crawled through twisty tunnels. I've seen it all. Or at least I thought so.



On Lincoln Street, there's a park I hadn't been to. I expected it to be just like every other park, but I wasn't prepared for the adventure I was about to have. The adventure began the moment I walked out the door. You wouldn't believe what I saw- a monkey up in the tree! It was a colorful monkey: red, purple, blue, white, and I think even yellow. It was the most colorful monkey I ever saw. I wanted to play with him, but when I looked back, he was gone. (Also, my mommy really discourages tree climbing; my daddy still gets in trouble for it.) I know monkeys only live in jungles, but I am sure I saw it.


Before I knew it, I was at the park, and a triple slide with a twisty tunnel was staring me in the face. I ran across the wood chips, but then I saw a flash of white fly overhead. It was a seagull! I couldn't see any water around, but the seagull must really like this park, too. He perched on a light pole and gave a loud "caw caw", and I made sure to caw right back. That's what you do with seagulls. Two more whirs of white flitted by my face. Two little butterflies were floating through the playground. It seemed like everybody liked this park.



Okay, enough distractions, it was time to play. Daddy came along, and he is always a lot of fun. We crawled on our bellies, spun steering wheels, and zoomed down slides. We ran through grass and dug in the sand. I wanted to take my little brother with me down the slide, but Mommy didn't think that was such a good idea.


Soon I was tired and ready for a snack. Today was quite an adventure. Just when you think you've seen it all, you walk down the street, find a new park,  and you realize the world is much bigger than you ever could have imagined.

Moving All My Stuff

Hi, my name is Abram, and I live on Lincoln Street. But it wasn't always that way. I've lived a lot of places in my short life. I lived on Dartmouth Street, which sounds painful. I lived on Park Street, which sounds much more fun, and I even lived in the Woods for a little bit. There were a lot of squirrels there.

But I had to move. I moved to Lincoln Street. My daddy got a new job, my mommy had a new baby,  we packed up all my stuff, and we moved. All of my trains, all of my books, and all of my animals got packed into boxes and put into a big, white trailer. Even my bed got packed up. I don't know how they fit it all in, because I have a lot of stuff. This made me sad, because I really like my stuff. Nana came and she is now living with us, which is a lot of fun. Nana is good at building train tracks.

We drove in the car for a long time. A really long time. I slept most of the way. My baby brother slept, too, and he cried. We stopped at a park, and a gas station, and a donut shop. Mommy doesn't like donuts, but I like donuts. Daddy built me a train set for the car, but it broke. We finally got to our new home on Lincoln Street, and it was still dark. I wanted to sleep more, but my neck hurt and I was ready to be out of my car seat. 

I walked into the place mommy and daddy were calling "home", but I didn't see any of my stuff. I didn't see any trains, or animals, or anything! This wasn't my home. So, I decided I would just go live in the car. Daddy came out to play with me in the car, and we had egg sandwiches. But I wasn't going to go back inside.

Pretty soon, a white trailer pulled up. My stuff!! Some people came and helped us unload all the boxes and even my bed. My trains were here. Mommy and daddy and baby brother are here. This is my new home. This is Abram on Lincoln.