Firework Palooza! wIth only one day at the Palooza!
Two weeks ago I rode on a ferry boat to see the fireworks up close because they were supposed to be on the water. And there was music that my dad really liked. I thought I would get seasick but I didn't. And once we watched the fireworks we went to the car and prepared for the next day.
The next day, we went to a carnival-like thing where they would have fireworks. And my dad's favorite band was playing there. I even rode on a mechancial bull. One time I stayed on for quite a while, but one time I jumped off because it did not feel good. And I got a balloon, but I let go and actually it was tied to my dad's bag and it got loose and flew away. And we saw a lumberjack show, where they had to cut wood and walk on logs. Not computer logs! They would have to walk over a computer to do that! And we went to this carnival part where there's rides. First I went on the thing that has a wall that you're supposed to climb, and these strings and there's two slides and once you go through the first slide you have to go up some stairs to go onto the two bridges. They are right next to each other, and then once you have gone through the second bridge you go on the slide (the second slide, that is). And I went into this Candyland thing, and I even bumped into my nose.And I went on the same thing (not the Candyland thing) again. But I didt want to go on this old taxi thing, but it wasn't working. So I went on this tiger thing which is a slide, but it''s hard to climb. And I think that's how I got my burnt arm. It hurts every time someone touches it, but I got used to the sting. And once I got off the tiger thing, we had to leave to watch the fireworks.
The last day it was the best fireworks show ever! And we even got the best seat there is. My dad even was even holding me so I get a better view, but he was holding me too tight so I couldn't have blood go to my feet. And my feet didn't feel good, so I had to tell him to put me down. But he picked me up so I could see the best parts. And my feet feel good today!
And at summer school, I was a narrator, another narrator, and George Washington. And I didn't forget to have a nice clear voice. So everybody could hear me. I didn't want to be a bad narrator or George Washington.
The End -- was one of my lines. And now it's time for the real -- THE END
of this blog, at least.
