Growing Up

5 years old-

It’s not fair! My family can see out of the stupid window and I can’t! All I can see is a wall. A wall! My brother can see all the whole world through that window. I can’t see any world through the wall. Only cracks and my fingerprints. I can also see the bottom of the thingy my momma calls a windowsill. Who comes up with a silly name like sill? What does that mean anyway? Dirty wall and sill. That’s all I see.

6 years old-

I can finally see out of this stupid window. Or at least part of it. I can see the sky when I look up and the bottoms of my mommy’s flowers. I got to pick the colors. But I can’t see them, so I don’t even know if I picked the right colors! I sat for hours looking at the stems and leaves of my momma’s flowers. I cleaned the part of the window that I could reach so that I could see better. A bird ran into it! I laughed.

7 years old-

I can see out the window! I see bright colors. Pink. Green. Blue. I see pretty butterflies with bright colored flapping wings and bees flying around stealing stuff from flowers. I never liked bees. I can see the pretty dragonflies flying around and hovering and being pretty. I can see a bird that my brother told me is called a humming bird. Why is it called a humming bird? They don’t even hum. They just fly and steal stuff out of flowers, like bees! I don’t think I like humming birds. They don’t do anything. This morning I cleaned the window and my brother flew into it while playing Superman! I laughed.

12 years old-

I looked out my window today and wonder why I thought it so amazing when I was young. I see a tree. Exciting? No. I see a bush. Wonderful? No. I see a butterfly. Amazing? Sort of. I see children playing. Do I care? No. I see a flower. Pretty? Yes, but not something to watch for hours. The sky is blue. Skies are normally blue. I don’t even care now if I see clouds that are white. Why did I want to see this so much when I was younger? I don’t understand some things about little kids.

21 years old-

Today I spent two hours looking out the window. I saw trees and bushes and beautiful flowers. God’s creation is amazing! I see the clouds, which are white and billowing. The bright blue sky with birds flying across. The smiles on small children’s faces as they play and run around. Sprinkler systems watering the lush, green grass. When I open the window I smell the sweet, fragrant smell of the roses and petunias. I can now hear the laughter of the children and the buzz of the cars as father’s drive to work. Looking out this window makes my heart beat quickly because of the amazing creations. I love the wonders of God’s creation!

This is something I wrote not too long ago. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll be posting some more soon. :D

Angela

Tasty Head to Foot

“When is he coming?” she whispered quietly.

“Be quiet!” her brother hissed.

“Where are you?” the young girl whispered again.

“Shush up, Lucy!” the boy practically spoke this time.

“I’m scared. It’s too dark up here,” Lucy moaned.

“Alright then! Leave! If you’re too scared to help me then get out!” he cried angrily.

Lucy, who was only eight, went silent. She didn’t want to be the one to mess up this prank. The plan was for David and Lucy to hide in the attic, near the whole in the wood, where you could see through to the porch. When their father came home from work, they were to dump a bucket full of water on him. Lucy’s older sister would then open the front door wide, and toss a sack of flour onto their father. Then, David’s older brother would come out from behind the bushes and start shooting paintballs at father. Once this happened, Lucy and David would leave the attic and prepare for the next stage of the plan. All in all, the children thought it would work out quite well.

As they waited patiently, a bell rang from the inside of the house, which was their signal that their father was coming. Excited, Lucy breathed heavily. David, edged the bucket closer to the hole.

“As soon as he steps on the duct tape….” he murmured under his breath.

Their father came into view, wearing a full business suit and carrying his favorite leather briefcase. Walking briskly to the front door, he stopped on the spot of tape and set his briefcase down, reaching up to knock on the door. Lucy let loose a giggle and their father glanced upwards. David took the chance and dumped the water from the hole. Their father screamed and gurgled. The front door flew open and the next thing they knew, their father was now completely white. David and Lucy quickly ran from the attic and to their next spot. As they ran, they could hear their father shouting as Thomas pummeled him with paintballs. Dashing into the kitchen, David threw open the fridge and pulled out four cans of spray Cool Whip. Handing two of them to Lucy, they ran out the back door and around the front. Their father was standing still on the porch. Thomas was nowhere to be seen, which meant he was getting ready for his next part. At the moment their sister came around the opposite corner of the house with a box a Cocoa Puffs, Lucy and David ran to the porch and squirted their dad head to foot with whipped cream, they then ran through the front door, slamming it behind them and locking it shut, so their father couldn’t escape. Susan then ripped open the box of cereal and poured it onto her father, the Cocoa Puffs all sticking to the whipped cream. A rustling sound came from the hole in the attic and a bag of Cheetos was poured, adding color to their father. Lucy and David threw open the front door again and started blowing bubbles. Susan ran to the driveway, threw open the garage and pulled out a leaf blower. Running back to the front porch, she flicked it on, aiming it at her father. Cool Whip, Cheetos and Cocoa Puffs flew this way and that. Thomas then ran from the house, in between Lucy and David and dumped a second bucket of water on their father. At this queue they then ran off into the house to hide.

They huddled behind a couch together, waiting for their father to come in screaming, but nothing happened. The door didn’t open and there was no shouting outside. Surprisingly, the only sound that they could hear was their own breathing. Thomas frowned and motioned for them to be quiet while he stood up and looked around. As he slowly made his way to the window to peep out at their father, a faint knock came from the door. Carefully, Thomas stepped to the door and cracked it open. Behind the whip cream, their father stated, “I’m here to interview Thomas Granger for Cambridge University.”

The children froze; the room completely silent. Thomas just stared. Susan jumped from behind the couch and cried, “Let me get you a towel!”

Thomas leaned back against his backboard in his dorm room at Cambridge University and remembered the time he met his favorite college professor, Alexander Green. He sighed happily and dozed off into a nap.

I don't really like this one, but I needed something else to post.