My Family Moving experience
This is a post written by my 8 years old. I have copied it as it is.
My name is: Freddy! The second time I moved to (Number of house: #143!) When I came to the house I was jumping up and down I was running everywhere out of excitement! My age was about: four or five years old when I came here. There was this big, big, big truck there was these two people they were taking out other peoples furniture out of the house. We came to this on November 18 when we came to the house it was raining, in the house it was so beautiful, the walls had red and black designs drew all over it! The kitchen floor had brick tiles that looked like Marble! The window had brick frames, and some walls was had a nice painted green on to it. There was woolen red carpet to!
It was all so fantastic! When we moved I didn’t want to move my pet hamster (see picture) it was too delicate I had to feed I thought he was going to die. My mom forced me to gently put him in the moving truck. She said that” theirs lots of air inside the truck that it could live”. I said “ok” and then I said” but I don’t want to put the hamster in your room”, I want it in my room. I want to put it in my room because I want to feed it, in the house everything was so awesome!
That’s it for today. Do let me know if you want more stories like this.
Yours, Freddy.
