I will never trade my country home for the city.
When I wake up, I can hear the birds chirping like a bunch of people whistling. I can smell the clean air on the porch. I can just walk a little to get to berries. Tasting blueberries is better than going to the dentist with blueberry-tasting gloves.
I love going to Wegman’s but I have to drive. I do not like riding a school bus, but I have to. I do not like to play by myself. If I lived in the city, I could have more play dates.
But I love my home in the country.
By Anna
February 8, 2007 at 6:18 am |
Hi Anna,
I would love to go blueberry picking with you in the country, just like Sal in the book “Blueberries for Sal.” You did a super job writing this persuasive essay and I’m proud of you.
Love,
Mihal
December 28, 2007 at 7:33 pm |
I like your picture .