Digging through some old papers this morning, I found a story I wrote and illustrated for fun in the third grade. After reading through it, I am acutely aware that I haven’t changed much in the last twelve years. This is my nine year-old brain in its purest form, so enjoy the awkward typos. Without further adieu, I present…
Hi! I’m Addie. First before I get into the good stuff I would like to tell a little bit about myself. First of all, I’m nine years old. I have a family of six (including my dog.) My family includes my mom and dad, my big brother Brent, my little sister Emily and of course someone I would never forget, Smudge my dog. Oh I forgot, me! Even though six isn’t a very big number sometimes my house can get a little wild. What am I saying! It gets really wiled. This morning for example, was pretty normal and wild. It was a Thursday morning and this is what it sounded like.
“Mom I can’t find my homework!” “Smudge chewed up my tooth brush!” “Addie used up all the warm water how do I take a shower now?”
“SILENCE!” my mom yelled. “Okay, now Emily skip the shower. Brent I bought you a new tooth brush yesterday and it’s in the drawer in the bathroom. Addie, your homework is on the coffe table.”
Okay now you know what my family’s like. Now I will tell you about other people. My teacher, Mr. Bruce, isn’t my favorite teacher in the world, but he’s okay. One thing I LOVE about him is that every time there is a holiday or a kid’s birthday he brings chocolate cake, chocolate milk, and Hershey’s chocolate kisses. He’s a Chocolate nut. I am too. Mrs. Henry, the lady at the grocery store is great. She always talks to me after school when I’m walking home. She’s the best. My friend Jamie is my best friend. Jamie is funny. He always is telling jokes. He is great. Well, that’s about all but I think I’ll tell you about when I got Smudge. It all started when I was at Jamie’s house and he showed me his new cocker spaniel puppy. Her name was Shelby. She was so cute. While I was looking at her I decided I wanted a dog. I asked my parents and they said they’d talk about it. They went into their room and talked for what seemed to be an hour. They came out and said I could have one if I showed them I’m responsible enough to have one. So guess what I did?
I went to the vet’s office on every Saturday and Sunday and helped out. The first day was the best because I got to play with Shelby! I saw Jamie, too. While we played with Shelby I asked Jamie how he got his dog. He said by walking dogs! I could have a dog walking business! Right after I left I went to all of the neighbor’s houses and asked if they wanted me to walk their dogs. That very day I got to walk six dogs! One day on a Tuesday at dinner my mom and dad were smiling.
“What?” I said. My mom cleared her throat.
“We decided you could get a dog since you have been so responsible.”
“Yes !” I shouted. “Only one thing, my mom said.
What?” I asked.
“You have to earn the money to buy it”, they said.
“I do ?” I squeaked in a tiny voice.
“Yup my dad said.
” I know! I could have a carnival,” I said.
” That’s fine with me,” my mom said.
” Me too,” My dad said. The next day I spent all afternoon making posters. They looked like this:
Carnival!
908 W. Fremont Ave.
Selah, WA 98942
1.00 Per kid 2.00 Per Parent
All week from 12:00-5:00
Fun! Fun! Fun!
My dad drove me all over town to put up posters. The next day I could not believe it. 30 people showed up! The night before Brent had helped me set up a popcorn stand, a beanbag toss, a hairbraiding stand, a go fishing booth, and a pie eating context. My mom made the popcorn and the pies. The second day was a big success too. Shelby and Jamie came. I let Shelby in free. On the 3rd day it was not fun at all. Okay, are you ready for this? Well, anyway I woke up and went downstairs to breakfast and guess what happened? My whole family stared at me like I was an orange frog with purple warts.
“AAAAHHH! She’s contagious!” Emily screamed. That’s what 6 year olds do, you know.
“Back to bed, young lady,” my mom said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you have red spots all OVER your face and you know what that means,” Brent said.
“But today’s the carnival.” I moaned.
“Don’t worry, Addie,” Emily said. “We’ll take over.” That was a big problem. I was supposed to earn the money and my family was doing it for me. I thought of another problem. Who would run the 5th booth? My mom was doing the hairbraiding booth, my dad the pie-eating contest, Brent the Go Fishing booth, and Emily the beanbag toss. Who would run the popcorn stand? Maybe Jamie could. I called Jamie. It was another problem. Jamie had basketball practice. Who else could do it? I got a great idea! Maybe Grandpa Miller could! He’s my Grandpa. I called him. He said he could! He lived right down the street so it only took 5 minutes to get to our house. When he got there he came to my room and said,
“How are you feeling? “
“Lousy,” I said. He set up the TV and put in my absolute favorite movie,
“Where the Red Fern Grows.” I watched it, then went to sleep. When I woke up I felt really itchy. My mom came up and said
“The carnival’s over. How are you feeling?”
“ITCHY!” I said. “How about a bath?” she asked.
” I guess,” I said. When I got out of my bath my mom asked
“How are you?”
“My head hurts,” I groaned.
” I made some chicken noodle soup,” she said cheerfully.
“Would you like some?” I wasn’t very hungry but I just couldn’t turn down some chicken noodle soup. (My mom makes the best!)
“Sure.” I replied glumly.
It went on like this for the next few days. Actually, the next few weeks. The carnival was over and I counted the money we earned. $123.17 Wow! That was a lot of money. I wasn’t sure if there was even a puppy to buy with it. When I went to bed I had a feeling something special was about to happen. In the morning I woke up to hear a yipping sound. I opened my eyes and found a small white puppy with black paws, black ears, And black smudges all over him sitting on my bed.
“Merry Christmas!” My family shouted.
“What?” I said.
“It’s Christmas.” Emily said. I had been so busy thinking about my chicken pox that I had forgotten about Christmas. It was here.
” Is this puppy for me”? , I asked.
” Yup,” Said Brent.
What are you going to do with your money?,” asked Emily.
” I am going to split it up evenly with you guys,” said Addie. You worked so hard at the carnival that you each deserve some.
“What are you goin to call the puppy?,” asked my dad. I looked at the chubby black and white. Puppy.
“Smudge”, I said.
“Cool!”, said Brent.
“Hurry, Addie. Presents are down stairs.” Said Emily.
“Emily,” I said, “The best present I’ve got is having a family like you guys.”
“Really?, said Emily.
“Really,” I said.” That’s the story of how I got Smudge.