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                            Home Sweet Home     
    There's a town called Edison in the state of New Jersey. You can also find one in California but I moved to the one in New Jersey. Edison is a small town that not many people heard about, actually if you were to look at it in a map it looks like a donut because another town lies in the middle of it. Anyway Edison is a great town to live in.     I use to live in Roselle before I moved to Edison, we lived in a small one bed room house. My parents wanted to move to a bigger house for more space. I was about five years old when I saw my house for the first time. My heart was pounding as the crack on the window blew air in my face, we were headed to the "new house."
    My parents and I opened this weird green door to go inside. To my surprise the first floor was quite dull, white walls, simply colored carpet and tile. The second floor was just like the first. Then we walked up to the third floor, the first room we saw was the bathroom. When I walked on in giggles burst out of my mouth, everything was blue, of all color these people chose blue. Next I we went in my sone to be bed room. It was amazing , the walls were lavender with a pretty carpet. It was different from the rest of the house I just loved it!
      As days went by, we got our furniture, from the moving company. My room was perfect, so I invited some friends over, from kindergarten. We were just playing then I tripped the heel of my shoe hit the wall. I was fine but the wall wasn’t so lucky, there was a mark on it. It took the shape of a C, shocking right? I never told my parents about this so I wouldn’t get in trouble. Now if I were to ever move again I would have something left behind. It was a beige eye blinking house with bright luscious green grass, and colorful flowers. Of course there had to be a green ugly fence that would whistle every time you try to open it. The backyard was huge compared to the one I had, better yet it had an old deck.

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                               A Junie B. Jones Favorite

      I loved reading Junie B. Jones books almost as much as my first cell phone. It all started when my first grade teacher, Mrs. Burns read Junie B. Jones books to the class, I just loved the way she would refer to things. I liked those books so much I decided to go to my school’s library and take some Junie B. Jones books. Many days after school I would spend hours just reading those books. Well, until my parents yelled at me "start your homework!".

    Constantly I would beg her to buy Junie B. Jones. One day she came home with a ton of books in her hand, I was so exhilarated I would finally have l own Junie B. Jones books. That day I went outside and lied down in my patio furniture, I could feel the breeze run through my hair, so strong I had to hold a tight grip on my book. I got so comfortable to point where you never want to get back up. I spent hours out there, while my mom peered out the window every few minutes. I liked going outside to read, I liked the sounds that I heard, I liked the thing that I saw, I liked the things that I could smell (well most of the time). It was one of those few places that took my mind off things, especially since I was reading at the same time. Eventuality, my eyes started to burn from all the reading I grabbed my things and went back inside. Even though I don’t read those books as often as I use to, if I find time I still like to read them.

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My Grandfather Victor
     

     My grandfather Victor was the youngest out of all his siblings. Every once in a while my mind would go in a blaze then why was he the first to drift away in the sunlight, he was so healthy. He would never do anything that would sabotage his health, like smoking. My grandfather did everything a grandfather did even though I was his step-granddaughter. You could tell he still loved me no matter what. Sadly, he didn’t get a chance to see me or my cousins grow up. He had a heart-attack and didn’t make it.

     When I was about six years old, he would read me bible stories since he was a Christian. One of my most cherished bible stories was David and Goliath. Could you imagine David, a little shepherd boy with a sling shot and a pebble would challenge a giant soldier like Goliath? Not even other grown men would dare to challenge Goliath. With just a blow to the head Goliath sank to the ground. It would amaze me how much courage he had. I remember I would sit on his lap and beg him to read it again he would chuckle and read it again. The thing I want my grandfather to know is , not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him.

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 First Cell Phone



(picture of my first cell phone)



When I was in second grade, my father bought me my first cell phone. It was just a simple flip open, plain a pre paid cell phone, but it didn’t matter I loved it anyway. In class I was the only person who had a cell phone so this made me feel mature for my age.At first all I knew is that I could call friends and family who lived in different towns or states. As days went by I learned more and more about it, like I could play games, use it as a calculator. I kept learning more until there was nothing left to know. It was like one day I knew nothing and the next day I knew everything. I especially knew that I would never let anything happen to it. This little cell phone really taught me how to respect and be responsible towards the thing I own. It also made me want to that to my parents so I tried to be more independent. I started to do things for myself (unless I really needed my parents). It was like I could never believe that one small, simple, pre paid cell phone could change someone, but somehow it did.