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I Want to Dye my Hair Green
Many of my friends have dyed their hair different colors.
I don’t mean normal hair colors like brown or black.
My friends have dyed their hair orange, purple and blue.
I told my mother that I would like to dye my hair green.
I explained to my mother that I would only use food coloring.
The green would not last forever.
My mother said that dyeing your hair was a silly fad.
She said that I would not look good with green hair.
I said that if I couldn’t dye my hair green, maybe I could get a nose ring.
My mother said “no.”
I said that maybe a tattoo on my arm would be nice.
My mother said “no way.”
My mother said that she did some crazy things when she was a young girl.
She said that she used to iron her hair to make it straight.
That sounds quite boring to me.
My friend Joan came over.
Her hair is dyed bright pink.
My father said “nice hair, Joan.”
I don’t think that he really meant it.
My mother says that when I am an adult I can dye my hair whatever crazy color I like, but for now she would like me to leave my hair its natural color.
I tried to tell her that all my friends were doing it.
My mother asked, “if all your friends were jumping off a cliff, would you do it too?”
I said “no.”
I think I’ll have to wait to have green hair, but maybe by the time I’m old enough to dye my hair green, I won’t want it that color.
My mother says that fads change all the time.
One day something might be popular, and the next day it’s not in style at all.
I’ll just have to live without green hair for now.
I wonder what the fad will be next month.
Why Do People Dislike Other People?
Some people don’t like other people just because they look different.
I think that is silly.
I don’t think that it is fair to judge someone by the way they look.
Some people look very nice, but they are mean or cruel.
Some people look very ordinary, but they are incredibly nice.
I remember when I was in grade one; I saw a girl across the room.
She had a mean look on her face.
I thought to myself that she was probably not a very nice person.
I stayed away from her, and played with the other children.
Then, we had to play a game, and the teacher said that she would pick partners for us.
The teacher picked the girl with the mean face as my partner.
I didn’t think that the game would be much fun at all with a partner who seemed as mean as that girl.
I walked up to her and said hello.
The girl’s face changed.
She smiled at me, and she began to talk to me.
Her mean face disappeared.
We had lots of fun playing the game.
We laughed a lot and enjoyed each other’s company.
That girl became my best friend.
Now when I look at her I see what is inside her.
Sometimes she doesn’t smile, but I know what she is like.
She is a kind and funny person.
I have learned that you can’t “judge a book by its cover.”
It is not fair to dislike someone just because they don’t look like you want them to look.
You have to get to know a person.
It doesn’t matter to me what color a person’s skin is.
It doesn’t matter to me if they are short or tall, skinny or fat or happy or sad looking.
I judge people by how they treat me, and I try to treat people like I would want to be treated.
The Birthday Gift
It is going to be my father’s birthday.
What can I give him?
I don’t have much money.
I have looked all through the stores, and I have not found anything that I think he would like, or that I can afford.
I have thought very hard about what to buy for him.
I thought that he might like some candy, but my father really doesn’t eat many sweets.
I thought that he might like a new shirt, but he has lots of clothes.
I can’t afford a new car or computer for him.
I was watching him on the weekend.
He cut the grass, washed the car, took out the garbage, weeded the garden and watered the plants.
I got an idea.
I went to my room and took out some paper.
I cut out pieces of paper, and I wrote on them.
I wrote on one piece of paper that I would wash the car every weekend for the summer.
I wrote on another piece that I would take out the garbage every week for the summer.
I also wrote that I would cut the grass, weed the garden and water the plants every week for the summer.
I made a birthday card for my dad, and I put the pieces of paper inside it.
I went downstairs and gave my gift to my dad.
My dad thought that the gift was very thoughtful.
He said that it was a gift from the heart.
I did all those things for my dad all summer.
He said that he had a lot of free time because I helped him so much.
My dad and I are good friends.
I don’t mind doing things for him because I know that he is always there to help me out.
A good gift doesn’t have to be something that costs a lot.
My dad says that the best gifts are the ones that show how much you care for the other person.
I’m glad my dad liked his gift.
New Year’s Day
On New Year’s Day people start a new year.
Many people make resolutions.
They resolve to be better people.
Some people decide that they will lose weight so that they can be healthier.
Some people decide to give up smoking.
They also want to be healthier.
There are all kinds of resolutions that people make.
Some people try not to lose their tempers.
Some people say that they will work harder.
There are people who try to give up bad habits.
Every year, my brother says that he will stop biting his nails.
He stops biting his nails in January, but by February he always starts again.
That is the thing about New Year’s resolutions.
People seldom keep them.
Everybody starts out with good intentions, but it is very hard to stick with them.
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions.
I find that I just break them.
I just work day by day to break my bad habits.
I know that I eat too many sweets.
Every day, I just try to resist them.
I think that every day is a new day regardless of whether it is New Year’s Day or not.
Bad habits are hard to break.
The best thing is never to start any bad habits.
I don’t know if my brother will ever stop biting his nails, but I know that each January he intends to stop.
Maybe one of these New Year’s Days he’ll get over that habit.
If I Could Fly
I sometimes imagine what it would be like if I could fly like a bird.
Just imagine what it would be like to soar into the sky, flying high above the trees.
You could stand on high rooftops and never be afraid of falling.
You would see so many things as you flew over rooftops and forests.
You would feel incredibly free as you traveled from place to place, not bothered by road signs or traffic jams.
If I could fly like a bird, I would start from my back yard and travel through town.
I would look down on the houses and factories.
When I got tired, I would land in a field and take a nap.
I would travel above rivers, and follow them as they wound along and emptied into lakes and oceans.
I would fly above parks, and I would call out to the children as I flew high above them.
I would dip and dive as I flew.
I would soar up high and dive down low so that I could almost touch the treetops.
Have you ever flown?
I know that you can’t fly like a bird, but you might have taken an airplane ride.
When you’re in an airplane, you pass through clouds.
It is exciting to take an airplane ride.
I love taking airplane flights.
I like to look down at the Earth.
When you are up that high, everything below you looks tiny.
That’s the closest I’ll get to flying like a bird.
But I can still use my imagination and spread my wings and soar high above the world just like a bird.
What I Look for in a Friend
What is it that makes somebody your friend?
Some people are nice, and you have fun with them.
Some people are nice to talk to, but they don’t become special to you.
Some people become very close to you.
Those people are the ones who become your good friends.
Did you ever wonder why certain people do become your good friends?
Friends usually have something in common.
Often, friends enjoy doing the same things as each other.
Maybe they like the same sports, or the same music, or maybe they can even talk about problems or schoolwork.
Friends usually find a common bond.
Friends share ideas and listen to each other.
Sometimes, people who don’t have similar interests even become friends.
You can learn a lot from a person who likes different things than you.
The most important thing about friends is that they must communicate with each other.
A good friend is a person who takes the time to listen to the other person.
One of the most important things that I think a friend should have is a sense of humor.
I like to laugh with my friends.
I like to feel comfortable around my friends.
It is nice to be able to talk and laugh with people who have similar interests.
It is nice to share things with people and learn about their interests.
You become a better person if you are able to learn things from others.
Life is a journey.
On that journey you meet many people.
Some of those people will change your life.
You have to choose your friends with care.
A good friend is worth more than all the gold in the world.
A good friend will make your journey through life more pleasant.
Make friends along the way, and the path through life will be very rewarding.
A Funny Thing Happened on the way to School
Last Friday it was very windy.
I was walking down the street with my friend John.
We were having a difficult time walking against the wind.
The wind was pushing against us, and we felt the force of it pressing against us.
We even had a hard time breathing.
We were walking slowly.
We watched the leaves as they danced and twirled in the wind.
We watched a plastic bag as it flew by us.
We saw a little boy whose baseball cap flew right off his head.
His cap flew along the sidewalk, and he had to chase it.
He finally caught it, and he held it in his hands tightly after he got it back.
The trees were swaying frantically.
Their branches swished and waved in the wild wind.
John and I were hit by flying bits of paper and leaves.
We laughed when a garbage can lid rolled along and hit John in the leg.
We saw another garbage can rolling along the road as if it was alive.
Everything was moving because of the wind.
Then, the funniest thing happened.
I wasn’t paying any attention, and a paper bag came flying up the street toward us.
It hit me right in the face and covered my whole face.
At first, I didn’t know what had happened.
I was blinded.
I couldn’t see where I was going.
I stopped and held out my hands.
When I stopped, the bag fell off my face.
I looked at John.
He was laughing very hard.
He was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down his cheeks.
He said that I looked very funny with the brown paper bag stuck to my face.
I started to laugh too.
We laughed about it all the way to school.
John said that he wished he had a camera.
He would have taken a picture of me with the bag on my face.
Sometimes my mother gives me advice.
She tells me to save my money for a rainy day.
She says that I should eat my vegetables if I want to be strong when I grow up.
She says that you reap what you sow.
I didn’t know what that one meant, so I asked her.
She said that if you are good to people, they will be good to you.
If you do bad things, then bad things will come back to you.
My mother is always giving me advice.
She says that a penny saved is a penny earned.
I am still thinking about that one.
Some of these things are difficult to understand.
My mother is very wise.
She says that she has learned from her mistakes.
She tells me that she would like me not to make mistakes, but she says that everyone does make mistakes.
The important thing is that we learn from our mistakes.
My mother says that nobody is perfect.
My mother tells my sister that time is precious.
My sister wastes time, and my mother doesn’t like that.
My mother tells me to be true to myself.
She says that I should not follow the crowd.
I should listen to my own conscience and do what I think is right.
She says that it doesn’t matter if you fail at something, the important thing is that you try.
If you’ve done your best, then that is all that matters.
I listen to my mother.
I think she gives very good advice.
My mother has a lot of common sense.
I hope I am as wise as she is when I have children of my own.
Sometimes I wish that she would not give me so much advice.
I think that I know what I’m doing.
But, in the end, I always remember what she has said, and I try to live by the standards that she has set for me.
Take the advice that your parents give you.
They only have your best interests at heart.
A Trip to the Hospital
I have to get my tonsils out.
I’m not really happy about it, but I’m tired of being sick and having sore throats.
I have to go to the hospital two hours before my surgery.
My mother will go with me.
The nurses will take my temperature and check my blood pressure.
They will make sure that I am ready for my operation.
I will be dressed in a white gown, and I will be wheeled down the hall to the operating room.
I can’t have anything to eat or drink for a long time before my surgery.
My mother will walk down the hall with me; then she will wave goodbye as they wheel me into the operating room.
The doctor and the nurses will be busy in the operating room.
They will be getting ready to perform my surgery.
The doctor will say hello to me and tell me that he is going to put me to sleep.
He will put something into my arm.
He will tell me to count backwards from ten.
I think that I will only say “ten, nine,” and then I will be fast asleep.
I won’t be awake for the surgery.
When I wake up, I will be surprised that the surgery is over.
My throat will hurt, and I probably won’t feel very good.
My mother will be there with me.
The nurses will give me a drink and try to make me comfortable.
I won’t be in the hospital overnight.
I will go home later in the day.
My parents will have to make sure that I have a lot to drink.
I can’t eat any hard foods or they will hurt my throat.
I will sleep a lot, because I will not feel very well for a couple of days.
It won’t take long before I recover from my surgery.
Sometimes, we need surgery to make us feel better.
Hospitals can be a bit frightening, but the doctors and nurses are very nice, and their job is to make you better.
What My Cat Did
One day I was sitting in a chair drinking a cup of tea.
My cat came into the room and sat on my lap.
She was quite content, and she sat there purring.
My cat likes to drink water, and sometimes she drinks milk.
I would never give her tea to drink.
Cats just don’t drink tea.
We were sitting there quietly when suddenly my cat stood up.
She was looking at something on the floor.
She crouched down low and got ready to pounce.
It was a huge centipede.
I think that centipedes are ugly.
They have many legs, and they move very fast.
I would hate to have one crawl over me.
I was surprised that she caught the centipede.
She put her paw on it, and then she reached down and ate the centipede.
The centipede must not have tasted very good.
My cat got a funny look on her face, and she looked like she was trying to get a bad taste out of her mouth.
I was thinking that I would be sick if I ate a centipede.
My cat looked at me and jumped back up in my chair.
She stuck her face in my teacup and took a big drink of tea.
I was shocked.
I had never seen a cat drink tea before.
I think that the centipede must have tasted so bad that my cat just needed something to wash the taste out of her mouth
I didn’t finish my tea.
I threw it out and washed out the cup.
My cat has never had a drink of tea since that day.
She has also never eaten another centipede.
If a centipede walks by, she just pretends that she doesn’t see it.