Burnt-out Little Christmas Light

I was beaming a prominent ray of green light into the cold air of a winter night when suddenly.....my ever glowing light flickers and then turns off. I look around to see if it was time to go back into the box for those dreadful eleven months but to my surprise I see the rest of my friends to my right and left still glowing bright. Astonished at what just happened, I shake vigorously in the chilly wind trying to get voltage back into my innards. An imaginary tear runs down my bulb when I realize my time, has come and gone.

I used to be the brightest of the bunch until the time my light bulb sizzled out. My light was always brighter and my life longer..... But now, I hang on the edge of the the window sill waiting until I will be thrown out and replaced. I know now that I had the best life I could have ever imagined... The time I was constructed at the electrician shop........ The thrill I felt the first time my cord was plugged.... How the energy flew through my metal coils...... All the people who stared in amazement at my bright light....... "good times, good times" I think to myself.

In the last few moments of my life, I wait in dread to be ripped off of this long cord and replaced by a much younger and more "efficient" rookie. I knew that I wasn't very energy efficient but who cares?! I was always the brightest and the most easily recognized bulb on the house. The Christmas lights in the house across the street would flash their lights to welcome me into a new season of hanging on the window sill. That was until I burned out.

During my sorrow, I hadn't realized a monstrous hand had already screwed me off of the long, electrical cord and placed me into a bucket filled with other "useless" Christmas lights. From the time that I was constructed I knew that this moment would come....... Only I didn't know it would happen so soon.

I see the other bulbs around me being lifted out, one-by-one, and never returning back to my side. I can't stand the thought of being thrown into the recycling to be molded, melted and mutilated into another one of those plastic bottles. Ready for my turn, I position myself into the reach of the grasping hand. Sure enough it finds me and I am carried to a work table....... A WORK TABLE?! "Why a work table?", I think to myself as I feel the sudden, sharp pain of my bulb being ripped out of its socket. I grimace at the sting of a thousand needles, while I wonder ,"Why in the world have they not thrown me into the trash already"?! As I pant trying to regain my breath, I feel the soothing heat of a saudering gun melding my coils and wires into a new light bulb. That's when it hits me........ I am not going to be thrown out and replaced! My circuits shock at the joy of being set back onto the window sill to fulfill yet another year of decorating the Johnson's house. I think to myself what a wonderful year it has been, and definitely the most unforgettable...... at that moment my happiness fades as I see the color of my new bulb..........pink...........

Epic Snowball Battle

As I bolt across the battlefield, snowballs whiz by my ears. Each snowball that passed beside my body brings me closer and closer to death. Utterly terrified I fling myself over the edge of the snow ridge and slump myself down beside my comrade John. I scream to be heard above all the commotion ,"gather up men to flank the enemy position and cause a distraction to give us a chance to ambush their base!". John's head nods in approval. He screams coded commands and within seconds our plan is taking flight. Three soldiers stand in front of us completely at my command. I raise my hand and give some signals to follow me around the backside of a large home. As we slowly crouch our way around the house I notice the sound of footsteps from nearby scouts. I motion my hand to "drop to the ground" and without a trace we are hidden beneath the snow. Momentarily we wait until the enemy is right above us. At that point I reach my hand up and pull him towards the ground. John does the same to the other scout. "Easily taken care of" I whisper. We crawl until the sight of an enemy base is in view. The five of us discuss our needed plan and begin to put it in play. John and the other three men wait around the corner of the entrance to the base while I go into step foot into the base. As I yell ,"HEY! Over here!" I notice only four men inside! They all run toward me and I stumble outside to join John and the other soldiers. They bolt out the door and come out to see five men (John, the three soldiers and I), snowballs in hand. Immediately they drop to their knees in surrender and I think to myself "Job well done". Little did I know that they had anticipated this attack and already had people waiting on the far side of the enemy base. As ten soldiers pop their head out from around the enemy base I realize that not only had our mission failed, but we had little chance of survival. I look to my left and already the three soldiers were twenty yards away! The fourteen enemy soldiers open fire and their ammunition was not snowballs....... They were flinging ice balls! I stumble to my feet and John does the same. As we try our best to dodge the bullets, I hear a shriek in pain as I look to my left to see John laying on the ground. Blood oozes from a wide wound on his temple and in a faint voice I hear, "Go on....... without...... me Simon......". "I CAN"T LEAVE YOU HERE!". "You have... to go on Simon...... You'll die if you.. stay here." "No matter what happens I will get you home!" I flop him over my shoulder and begin to run as best as I can with the extra weight. Being pelted with snowballs I can't let go of my friend. We almost reach my base when my vision goes black and I can no longer hear the sounds of snow hitting snow or the shouts of other men...... I feel my legs turn to jelly and fall to my hands and knees. The sharp and sudden pain of a smack across my face brings me to reality. "SIMON! STOP FANTASIZING AND HELP ME BUILD A SNOWMAN!" I hear my brother yell at the top of his lungs. So much for that snowball fight...........

PPPP's

All That I See Are Sad Children

I am always empty.... The only thing that gets poured into me is a measly amount of dry rice....... The boy who eagerly dips his hands into my body to scoop out the rice, has to make the rice last all day. As each day goes by he picks me up and I look into his eyes...... All I see is sorrow, pain hunger and even hate.... I can see him get skinnier and skinnier each week and I know that one day he will not live in this horrible world.

His only dream is to become builder, so he can help out all of the other family's who do not have homes and cannot afford them. I see him try to lift a mud brick, but his arms crumple and the brick falls in front of his feet. He is too weak and I cannot help him get food because I am only a small yellow bowl..... a helpless bowl who feels no pain or sorrow... unlike these children around me.

He is not receiving enough nutrients from his rice and so he has arms the width of a rope, and each bone of his ribcage protrude from his chest as if he were a skeleton. He cannot afford to buy food and is too malnourished to work for any sort of jobs. His mother is mighty ill, his sister is too small and his father has passed away..... His family has no money or food...... and there is nothing I can do about it.

My only dream is to be filled so full until chicken and rice pour over my round edges....... If only I could see the boy grin when he sees how much food I hold for him...... it was a never ending amount of food..... This boys stomach would for the first time feel full and not the evergrowing ache of hunger.....

I have hope for one day that every boy and girl would never feel hungry...... to have an education, and not be sent to work...... or recruited to be a soldier...... I can't do anything because I am nothing but a mindless bowl. The only people who can make a difference... are the people of today....... it starts with YOU.......

Toaster Hand

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Ecstatic-VS-Complete Fury

TODAY IS THE DAY! My birthday has finally come! I just know that this year I will get the super limited edition BUZZ LIGHT YEAR action figure. Not only did I tell all my friends and family to get it for me I also put signs up all over the town!
It was only five minutes until the time came to let me loose and shred the wrapping paper off all of those presents.........those wonderful presents. As my mom counts down, my friends watch in awe as the terror in my eyes flicker. I was ready to rip those presents to smithereens to get my BUZZ LIGHT YEAR action figure! 5......4........3.....2.........1! I spring into the air and land on the other side of the room as the sound of tearing paper fills the room. Within seconds I am already half way done opening my gifts and excited to get my action figure as ever. When I am down to the last gift shaped exactly like the limited edition BUZZ LIGHT YEAR action figure I brace myself for how ecstatic I will be when I open it.......... I slowly peel back the wrapping paper as if it is made of gold and begin to open the box......... An ear to ear grin appears on my face as I ease my hand into the box........ Slowly I raise my hand....and in my grasp..........is......a pair of socks!?

The emotion on my face disappears as a tear rolls down my cheek. I regret to say that my actions that came were....... horrifying.... I scream loud enough to shake the world as I literally bounce off the walls until the house falls down........ At the time I hadn't known how much I would have to save up to fix the house. Even fifty years later I am still paying off the debt!

Fish Falling From The Sky

The cards were delt.......and I was feeling lucky. Confident in the combination of poker cards that lay in my grasp, I bet an ubsurd amount of money....... One million dollars. Being blinded by the power of greed, I hadn't even imagined that my ridiculous bet would backfire. Across the table and under the brim of his hat, I see a grin light up across his face. My face goes pale as I see him lay his cards out before me........ A royal flush. How could it be? That's impossible! I was certain my straight flush would win! Holding my frustration and confusion back, I acuse the man in a calm, simple tone "You're cheating... I know it". The man laughs "You better hand over 'my' one million dollars before someone gets hurt". "Yeah RIGHT! I won' give you the money until fish fall from the sky". Then... In the corner of my eye, I see the sillouhette of a fish drop to the ground outside the window. My stomach ties itself into an untiable not as more fish ebb to the ground. I run outside and gaze into the sky as fish decend through the clouds and onto the road at a suspicous rate. The sound of the man's thunderous laugh startles me. "Would you look at that! Fish seem to be raining from the sky. Now hand over my dough." Luckily I was prepared for an event like this. I grab my suitcase full of moneyand throw it to the man. Pleased with his efforts, the man steps into a chrome colored limo and the sound of the vehicle's ignition was the last I thing I ever heard from that cheater.

Did you really think that I payed that buffoon?! Obviously, being a twelve year old, I didn't have one million dollars so........ I filled the suitcase full of........ MONOPOLY MONEY! Even before we started playing I had realized that this fool was up to no good. So I invetigated and soon found out that he had a plane with a truckload of fish to be dumped out. I am not gouing to make the same mistake again! Next time I should say "when pigs fly"............. Lets see him try to make a pig fly!

The Desk Who Loves To Party

Boy am I tired…. YAWWWWWWNNNN….. Being a desk who loves to party in the classroom at night (what else did you think desks did when nobody was watching?), I am sooo tired. The reason why desks don’t move is because we party all night long. If we didn’t party, we could talk and walk just like all of you! Also to top it all off, people sit on me, write on me, lean on me, wobble me and even push me over. I don't have enoiugh strenght to talk or to move so I can't kick these bufoons off my back. As soon as my sight catches the kids running toward their first class, I realize that I will have to survive another day of being sat on and pushed around. They scramble into the classroom....... and the only thing that I can try to do is sleep. My legs feel like they have been turned to jelly and soon I am off to slumber……..land………ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Dumbo

My name is James but my friends call me Dumbo. The reason they call me this ubsurd name is because during class, the teacher occasionally asks me a question and all I can think of to say is "Did you say something?" It only happended ONCE!.......... Maybe twice........ oh okay thirty two times! It's not my fault that I have a small or limited attention span! Speaking of small attention spans.... They also say I have ADHD. To be honest I think.... Hey is that a chair? I love chairs! I can sit in them...... and jump over them.......and sleep on them...... Oops! Sorry about that.... I kinda got off topic........ Back to what I was saying; Just because I have a hard time paying attention to when boring, old people talk doesn't mean that they have the right to call me names! They make me REALLY, REALLY FURIOUS sometimes. I just want to smack them upside the head! I also feel like screaming so loud it will shatter Mt. Everest! It's not just my friends either! Last math class I got "confused" when the teacher asked me what 2+2 equals so I just thought of the thing that first poped into my head which ended up being monkeys. I thought the teacher asked me about monkeys so I told him my whole fifth grade animal report on them. Don't even get me started about how much I know about monkeys! OH....MY......GOODNESS....... Is that a................. book?

Scaredy Student

It was a plain old, average day at middle school. As usual I was dreaming of unicorns, rainbows and fluffy clouds when I wake to the sound of my teacher, Mr. Hayhurst, screaming at the top of his lungs "TIMMY! WAKE UP!". Just like every other day I was dead tired ALL THE TIME! People are constantly questioning me"why are you so tired" but I always answer with a "I dunno"............. No one knows the truth......... I can NEVER EVER tell them the truth.....................

Hi, my name is Timothy Hankens and I have a confession...... There is a monster under my bed. I had absolutely no idea this monster existed until I saw the shocking , revealing movie "The Monster Under My Bed". Ever since viewing that terrifying film, I haven't slept in my bed for months on end. My average night-time routine is to brush my teeth and then "PRETEND" to go to bed when actually I sneak back up stairs to the living room. I plop myself down onto the couch and hit the power button on the remote. I soundlessy watch T.V. ALL NIGHT! By the time everyone starts to get up I have already swiftly snuck back downstairs into my room. As if nothing suspicious happened I slowly walk out of my room casually yawning and pretending I just woke up from a long sleep. No one suspects that I was up all night!
This plan works like a charm until I set foot through the main entrance of my school. Instantaniously my body is flushed with a sense of sleepiness and suddenly my legs turn to wobbly spaghetti strands and I have trouble standing up! That's why books come in handy....... Once I get into my first class I find the largest text book on the shelf and place it on the center of my desk. After that I grab my gray sweater, fluff it into a pillow, and I am off to slumber land. Most of my teachers are complete morons and are so oblivious that they never bother to ask what I'm doing. Each class is an easy hour and a half sleep! The only class that I have to try hard for the teacher not to notice me catching some Z's is in band class. Since I am a tuba player, I wear a thick pair of shades and lean my head against the wall and my tuba. No one would ever know I was asleep. You are probably wondering how I get all my work done but it is a very, very simple concept. I pay all those nerds to do it for me!
I thought I could do this routine forever until........ the incident. It was 3 in the morning (while I was watching the tuesday night special horror film on t.v.) when all of a sudden I hear the click clack of footsteps coming down the hall. I quickly shut off all the lights and the Television before I realize I was not fast enough. My little five year old brother had seen me. From this point on I knew I was a goner. I wasn't sure if my dad was going to kill me for watching t.v. all night, my mom to kill me for not sleeping in my bed or for both of them to find out about how I sleep in class and get absolutely no work done. I was lucky if i got grounded for the rest of my life!!!
Of course my baby of a brother ran off screaming into my parents room, assuring me I was in for a major scolding. As my dad and mom slowly stomp in complete fury toward me, I cower back in fear of what's to come. Of course I was yelled at but after I had told them the whole story, they didn't seem so upset after all. They just simply said "Conquer your fears son and go kill the monster under your bed". So i set out to do what seemed to be the impossible......... I would take the life........ Of the monster under my bed.
I started to wonder "what would I have to use to kill a monster" or "how many bullets do I need" so I started to research on the wonderful Internet with these questions in mind. Believe it or not there was actually one website that had all the info I needed! It read: The best way to destroy a monster under your bed is to get a nuclear laser hypoactive conjunction blaster and evaporate it into thin air! All I have to do is save up a couple billion dollars and I can easily afford one of these laser guns! The only problem is how could I EVER afford that kind of money?!?! So I realized I am going to have to do this the old fashioned way......... Good old crowbar and a flashlight.
I slowly eased door open to my monster populated room as my shaky hand gripped the cold steel of a crowbar. As I slowly but surely find the courage to step foot in the room but I don't bother to flick the light switch on my wall. Out of the corner of my eye, among the darkness I swear I see a shadow scurry under my bed. My knees start to vigorously tremble and I say to myself over and over "It's now or never. It's now or never. It's now or never". I place each foot down separately and slowly so I assure myself I won't make a single noise.... Hesitating, I move as slow as molasses, lowering myself into a squatting position......As I drop my head to get a view under my bed, my eyes shut in fear of seeing a horrible abomination.......I open them just enough to see........nothing....... It's too dark. "let's shed some light on this situation" I think to myself as I slowly slide the switch labeled "POWER" on the flashlight. The sudden flash of light leaves me momentarily blind sighted and I have to blink several times before something astonishing happens.......... As my vision clears I see.................................NOTHING!!!!!!?
I admit that it was very silly of me to believe in some dumb old monster movie and to be so terrified that I didn't sleep in my bed for months..........but........ Have you heard of the clown in your closet..............................?

The Power Of Invisibility

With the power of invisibility there are endless and I mean ENDLESS possibilities. If I was granted with that much power I would already be half way to my brother's house! He has been scaring me since day one! Now it is time for a little revenge.......
The first thing I would do is find a the most scary mask you could even think of!!! Once I retrieved this guaranteed scary mask and a flashlight I slip into the door of my brother's bedroom. I wait for several minutes to find him slipping under the covers. Now is my chance. Being invisible I slowly creep up to the light switch......... Trying my hardest not to make a single peep.......... As I raise my hand toward the light switch I ready the flashlight in my hand...........................click................ The lights are out. Now is my time to shine. I slip the flashlight under my mask so the light pours through the eye holes and scream "OOGABOOGABALOOGA". His high pitch scream brings music to my ears and joy to my heart. My work here is done.
As I move onward to my next practical joke on all the people who have ever made fun of or bothered me, I realize I have missed one very important thing......... with this power I can sneak into a CONCERT!!!!!! I find the nearest, awesomest and best band playing. It was as simple as PIE! I easily snuck in and had a crazy time (those security guards are fun to scare). Now back to my massive prank. I was preparing to gather them into one massive room and dump a plane full of fire retardant on them but right when they were all in the room they saw ME. I was hiding in the corner when my powers ran out. The last thing left to do is RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Last Month Of My Life

As I look over the edge of the grand canyon I take several seconds realize that it might not be such a smart idea to jump over this large treacherous gap on my skateboard. Now I know you are probably wondering why I am doing something so dumb that could easily end my life in a snap............. BUT THAT IS EXACTLY MY POINT! I am expected to die tomorrow!!!!

This is probably hard to understand so lets rewind. A month ago I was diagnosed with a ridiculous disease called flamajamapajamagitis. This peculiar disease means that right when I am infected I have exactly a month and a half to live until my heart completely stops. I had absolutely no idea something like this would happen to me!! Then I realized why would I stay at home and live a plain, old, regular life when I could do all of the things I had ever wanted to do! So I then made a list of what are the most and least important things to do before I die. This list included all of the stuff nobody had ever dreamed of doing.

Well way back when I was on my first and least important thing to do I was yelling "YEAH!!!!! I AM JUST GOING TO HAVE FUN FOR THE REMAINING DAYS OF MY LIFE!!!! YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"So the first thing that I was going to do was visit the three cities: Venice, Athens, and of course Paris. Since I only had a month left to live I thought "boy I have to do this pretty quick". So I decided to Go to these places in for only a week. I had also thought "why not do some other things I wish to do in these cities?" I then easily bought a last ticket flight in first class (always wanted to do that!) and I was on my way to Paris.

It was an absolutely lovely time in Paris and I did many of the I had only dreamed of. I ate french cuisine, painted a picture of the Eiffel Tower and did something only a crazy man would even think about doing; wingsuiting. Probably many of you have not a clue of what wingsuiting is so I will explain. You strap yourself into a suit (hence the name wingsuit) that sorta makes you look like a flying squirrel because it has what looks like a huge flab of skin under the armpits that catches the air. You simply jump off a cliff and glide through the air along the cliff side. When you have had enough, pull the ripcord and float safely to the ground. Now who wouldn't want to do that!?!?!?!?! Now onto Venice, Italy!

It was even a nicer time in Venice! I got to do the two things I had always wanted to do since I knew they existed! Now the first thing I did was take a leisurely and relaxed ride down Venice's many canals and rivers. The last but certainly not the least thing I did was skydive. Now everybody wants to skydive am I right? Well this was not ordinary skydiving...............it was skydiving with all of m friends and family at the same time!!!!!!! And I mean all of my friends and family!!!!!!! There must have been at least five hundred people in the air!!!!!!!! Good times, good times.

The last stop on this crazy tour was the famous Athens, Greece. It was absolutely amazing!!!!! The food, architecture and activities were amazing! Enough said!!!!!!

Now you would think that I had, had my fill because I had done all those awesome things but I was just getting started. The next thing on my list was get fired.......You probably all think that this was a horrible idea but I have always wondered what it would reaaaally take to get fired. Don't you wonder to?? Well with my perfect resume (that I of course made up) I had easily gotten a job at a paper company being a phones salesman. Now for the fun to begin......I had done things from not showing up at work to yelling at my customer's "WHY WOULD I SELL YOU THAT!!!!! I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO SELL ME THAT!!! SO WHY SHOULD I?!?!?!?!" Those were all fun things but the best part about working there was the office pranks I pulled on my fellow workers. I once moved one of my friends desk into the bathroom when he was gone!!!!!

Within days I was fired so I trudged into the next thing to do on my list............ Escape Alcatraz with Noah McIntosh.

This idea was wayyyyyyy harder than I thought because there was one obstacle we had not thought of. Alcatraz is a national park so we would have to do something pretty bad to turn it back into a jail. We had thought of all of the worst things to do from robbing the biggest bank in the world from ALL of its cash to assassinating Barrack Obama. Since me and Noah are only twelve I don't think we would have the guts to kill someone so we went with option one: robbing the largest bank in the world.

We gathered up some really, really realistic toy guns an headed to the bank. It was pretty easy to rob the bank but when we were caught.........We weren't sent to Alcatraz.......We were sent to the highest security jail in the world. I thought we were gonners but when we were thrown into that jail cell we both knew escaping this jail would be as easy as pie. Since this jail was meant for full grown adults (and the creators of the jail were trying to save money) there were at least a half foot gap between bars!!!!!!! So when night came we inched our way out the window and headed back to our home in Peachland B.C.

That leads us up to exactly to right now at the grand canyon. I know this is a dumb idea but why does it matter? I did all I ever wanted to do! The real question is not why am I doing this....... But rather what would you do if you had a limited lifetime?

BREAKING NEWS: Lost Lotto Ticket

Now I know if you found a lost lotto ticket worth $TEN MILLION of course it would be the proper thing to return it, right? But COME ON!!!! IT'S TEN MILLION DOLLARS!!! THAT IS A LOT OF DOUGH! Imagine what you could do with ten million dollars!!! If I found that ticket i would shove it in my pocket and start saying "What ticket? I don't know what your talking about. I haven't seen a ticket. Nope no ticket ticket here. not at all. Lotto tickets? What are you talking about? I have no clue what you are talking about." Nobody would suspect a thing!
After that I would cash it and tell NOBODY and I mean NOOOOOOOBODY about the money that I found. First I would hire an army of ninjas (not to mention a ninja trainer who would train me) to do all of my biddings and protect me from anyone who wants to steal all my new money. After that I would buy my own undiscovered, deserted island and hire builders to build me a floating mantion in the clouds. After that I would easily buy all the electronics and what not i really wanted on EBAY. I could buy a jetpack, hoverboard anything! That would be the life......
There are endless possiblities of what to do! Now the real question is "what would you do? Keep it or return it?" (hint: go with option one)

Reporting From Behind Enemy Lines (June 5 1944)

Here I am..........all alone..........behind the German front in the French countryside. The plan was that the American Airborne Division (a bunch of paratroopers who jumped out of planes straight into the enemy) would drop behind the enemy occupied Omaha beach. This of course is the night prior to D-Day, our invasion to the northern French coast. We are then going to flank the Germans and secure Chambois (a strong German post in France). I was sure our division, being completely untested and never been in real combat before, was bound to fail. Well first of all, our main pilot was a complete novice and it seemed he had only flown a plane once so I knew were off on a wrong start. To make it even worse, he had one blind eye! How would they let HIM become a pilot?!?!?! Since he has a HUGE blind spot (because of his limited sight and not to mention this was a night drop) we flew straight over a large group of AA (anti-aircraft) guns. I think you can guess what happened next. Our left wing was clipped and we were going down for sure. We had only two options: to either jump off now before our drop zone or to crash, landing in flames and die. Of course we took option one and the thirty two of us jumped off. It was AMAZING falling through the sky and seeing all of us float to the ground so gracefully, although this is not a graceful time at all. A gust of wind blew me far left straight into the AA gun nest. Turns out it was in an grape orchard so I had little cover and absolutely no idea where I am or where any of my comrades are. My only option? Lay low behind these barrels of wine and then eventually hope to find my mates. OH NO! I hear a group of drunk Germans coming over here to get more wine!!!!!!!! Now I know that there is no need to panic because for one, I have a gun and second of all they seem pretty drunk, buuuuuuut it turns out I lost my gun in the drop. My hands have all of a sudden started to vigorously shake and sweat to trickle down my face. I have never killed a man and now I have to do it with my bare hands!?!?!?! I don't think I can do it...............I hope everyone knows how terrifying it was to be an American Paratrooper behind enemy lines.....................

I chose this one because..... I put a LOT of effort into it and I really worked hard to "flow" and prove a point. I think I deserve a 5ish.

The Terry Fox Run

Terry Fox was such an inspiring person, how he ran almost a marathon everyday!!! Now days there is one thing that is kinda scary. There are so many people affected by cancer that people don't really care you know what i mean? Well for an example: So many people are all hyped up about the swine flu that it makes all those deadly and dangerous disease seem unimportant and not as bad. well cancer is really really bad and there is no guaranteed cure for it. Hearing that doesn't it make you want to raise more money for cancer? There are more and more people affected by cancer every year so hopefully this year at the Terry Fox run we can raise a lot of money and contribute to this cause.

Terry Fox was just such a determined, and hopeful guy. You have to respect a guy like that. He ran over three thousand kilometres hoping to cross Canada! Do you think you would have enough endurance and spirit to run a marathon a day?!?!?! I know I wouldn't!!!! People like him don't come along that often so we have to help out in his run, in other words really pick up where he left off. I hope one day cancer will be cured and the only way we can speedup the process is help and donate.

My Life As a Skateboard Part 1

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a skateboard?!?! Well I think I have a pretty good idea about it myself, being a skateboarder myself.......

First things first shall we? Well it all started out me being 7 peices of plywood to be welded together. Then I was painted with a ghetto, gnarly design of a purple zebra. I was soon shipped out to a local skate shop in Kelowna B.C. You think school is boring?? Compared to what it was like in that skateshop School is like 1 on a scale of 1,000,000,000! All i ever did in that skateshop was lay on that shelf waiting for someone to buy me. i would have escaped but i had no trucks or wheels yet!! The most exciting thing I ever did was get looked at by customers!!!!

It seemed like a regular Saturday afternoon and i had absolutley no idea what was in store for me. A young boy came into the shop looking for a purple skateboard. At that very moment i was jumping up and down in my socks with excitement (not literally of course.) Being as excited as I was, I thought nothing in the whole world could tear me down. But that is when i realized right next to me.........there was another skateboard..........with........a........PURPLE GIRAFFE!!! I was nervous and if I had nails I would be chewing them right off!!

To be continued...........

BLLLLLLOG!!!!!!!

"You're just jealous because i am a NINJA!"