lastyear+writting

// ELICHES Mind ERASER // // By Darren // “Hury up line”. I said to my self.

It was a hot summer day. I was in the line for the Mind eracer. My feet sounded like bp bp bp bp bp as I steeped in the line. I was thinking about getting out of line. But it was our turn.

“Lets get the back cart.” I said nervously.

Clink clink clink clink. It was three sections later we wher at the top. Ahhh! I screamed as we shook down the drop. I saw the biggest loop I ever seen. I got scad when I went on it. Errrrrrrrr,tssssss.The ride came to a stop. I got off with my mom. I said lets go again.

“OK but you haft to go by your self.” My mom said.

“OK” I said back.

I walked to the line.The line got shorter. It was a lot faster to get on the ride. I got to sit by my self. I sat in the front cart. I was not as nervos as I was before. The ride started. Clink clink clink clink. I was lifted up in the air. In 30 sections later I hear screaming. Frosh. We were plummeting tords the ground. Wosh. I saw a big bluer. Errrrrrrk. I felt a jerk. The ride stoped. I got off and went to my mom.

I said “It was the best ride ever!” As I went home I could not stop thinking about the mind ereacer. I thou that I will go every time we went to eliches. I went to bed and slept dreeming about the mind eracer. =//KASPLOOSH//= By Darrencpacer1 Being-bong. “Lets go over there”. I said with a hungry stomach and an opened mind. My gram-pa took me ice fishing. We saw my uncle there. It was a little bit cold with the smell of a salty pretzel. The cold didn't bother me but the salty smell of pretzel drove me crazy. My gram-pa told me to focus. Zurrrrr went the drill as my gram-pa made the hole threw the ice so that I can drop my hook in. So I got my fishing pole drooped my line and it went to the bottom of the ice-hut. I started to feel a tug, I looked at my foot and it was my gram-pa”s dog.* It reminds me that I got bit by my dog on the hand and got stitches “ Penny stop that” my gram-pa said. Penny is a golden sheep dog. She is very energetic little dog. I felt another tug. I looked at my line and it was moving. “I got one”! I said. “Its the big one”. * It makes me think about the time I cot my first fish, I reeled the line in. It was a fish but the only problem is it was 5". It was a baby blue-gill. I was so humiliated. I really wanted to go home. I asked my gram-pa to put a little more bait on the hook. Then I drooped my hook to the middle and waited. Tug tug “I have another fish"! I relied the fish in, “15 inches”. I got a good size fish. After I reeled the fish in my gram-pa taught me how to tack the hook out of the fishes mouth. It was relay heard at first. I was very happy with my self when I pulled the hook out of the mouth. I asked my gram-pa if we could eat the fish. “Yes” my gram-pa said. On the way home I thought my mom would be proud that I got a big fish. When we got home we grilled the fish and ate it. This is some good fish... ...Wow so good... ...Delicious fish!