 |
|
 |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Blog Entries
|
 My Finger My Finger “Mom, is it lunch?” I asked my mom when my mom, my cousin, and I went hiking. We stopped next to a pond to have lunch. When I finished, my dad gave me my knife. While I skinned a stick for my cousin, I cut my finger! It bled. The chilly wind blew my tears away. I thought that I would never see my finger again. When I opened my eyes, I had a napkin on my finger. I said, “Can we go home?” so I got up and I walked all the way to the parking lot. I didn’t use my knife again until it got better.
Article posted November 28, 2011 at 06:58 AM • comment (4) • Reads 824 • see all articles |
Latest 10 Comments:
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
