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I made a mistake and deleted the blog posts.  My mom was able to get them back...


Reflecting on Ralph Fletcher
In Marshfield Dreams: When I Was a Kid by Ralph Fletcher, I got to experience new types of writing, as the author tells us about  his childhood. He is an excellent writer and his vignettes are superb.

 In one vignette, Bobby, he writes "I tried to sneak past, but Bobby saw me and made a and made a loud sound, extending his little arms straight up into the air like, touchdown!  Which meant 'pick me up!' I'm a sucker for that move. No possible way I could ignore it."(Fletcher 2005 p.60). Here he really gets into how much he loved his brother. This excerpt reminded me of how much I used to love my god father who died also. It wasn't the same love as Ralph Fletcher had for his brother, but it was probably the same sadness.

In another, Last Kiss, he writes "My father and I had drifted away from each other in a small, but important way, a way that I couldn't explain, not even to myself."(Fletcher 2005, p.84) This one caught me, because this is the part of life where 'mommy' and 'daddy' are now mother and father. That's what you would call 'growing up by accident'.  I felt really bad for Ralph, because he felt what it was like to lose part of someone's love for you. in this case, his father's kisses. Like him, I don't get kisses every night, because now he lives in a house in Florida. I really miss him, but I still have 'mommy'.

This was a very interesting lesson, as now I know new ways to write!


My Kitty Cat
When I was younger, I was introduced to my mother's beanie baby collection which she got when she was about 21 years old.  I especially liked a brown cat with black and white patches whom was named 'Patch'.  I carried the kitten around everywhere and slept with it every night and would cry if I got it taken away or if I would have lost it. I would take it to school, where I would make paper food for Patch.  I would even give her baths while I was bathing, which caused all the shampoo to run out quickly.  I found that many other girls had beanie babies --like mine-- so we formed a club for girls that had beanie's only, and if anyone ever wanted to join, they'd have to show proof of a beanie.

It was really fun actually, pretending that our beanie animals could talk, and there were so many beanies brought into the club!  There were horses, bunnies, cats, dogs ans chickens; all kinds of animals made into these cute little toys you could play with!  It actually occurred to the boys that they would take animals and squish them into the beanie's that they were.  It was crazy, but we were only three year olds.


School
Today was particularly fun because we got to skip 1st English, and go with our guidance counselor for a little activity to get to know her more.

Hi Guys!
hey guys this is Lili here! I'm just posting this to test it!!!! so peace people ;D

Does patriotism still matter?

                Yes, patriotism still does matter.  Of course it does, who wouldn’t think that?  We should all respect the patriots, even if you don’t know any soldiers, it still matters. It may seem like they aren’t that important to your life, but they are.  They are the ones who give us freedoms, and who keep us safe.  They might not be able to help everyone at one time, but they sacrifice their LIVES for us. They risk it all to help complete strangers they don’t know an inch. It’s crazy that they do this, I know, but they do it so they can feel proud of themselves, or to protect family near a war going on.

 It would be terrible if we didn’t have the soldiers who died for us, then we would be slaves, living under another person just so we could stay alive as much as they let us.  We shouldn’t live our lives not knowing what the soldiers are even doing.  It’s weird because they can do what we citizens do: work, play, eat and sleep.  Even if they have that chance to live their life the way we have it planned, they don’t.  They take that extra step, and take their chances so they can be different and to be respected. 

The thing is that we are the reason they do.  WE are the reason they do what they do.  WE are what their motivation comes from, and we can’t just ignore that.  THEY are the reason we have freedom. THEY are our rescuers, and it DOES matter. We should be thinking about them all the time, day, night holiday, weekend, all of the time.  Whenever you see the stars and stripes, you should bow your head and give thanks to the soldiers who are fighting in this never-ending war of the people.