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8th grade work

Students were asked to describe their favorite fall event, in Journal format, which is a personal piece of writing full of vivid details as well as emotion.  Here's the best of the bunch!

Dear Journal,

          When I was younger, we loved to be outside during the colorful fall days. We frolicked in the backyard; the orange afternoon sun touched our crimson cheeks as we rolled in the unraked leaves. We would sing the song that my mom made about naked trees, wheelbarrow rides, and the compost pile. My daddy would come outside and spin us around a few times, pigtail braids flailing in the breeze, before pulling out the rakes and work gloves.

          We would spend and hour sometimes, raking up red, yellow, orange, and brown leaves that had sailed down from the treetops. The four of us always tried to rake everything into one big pile so we could make a fort or jump in the fresh-smelling autumn leaves. The bright, oval shaped leaves would be down our back, stuck in our hair, in our socks, and even woven in between our eyelashes. They felt scratchy, as if a paper bad had been stuffed down our shirt, but we didn’t mind. You couldn’t see the rest of the yard at times because the air was so thickly covered in leaves that were thrown into the air. The only sounds you could hear were the high pitched giggles of four happy children and the crunching of leaves.

          When the sun began to set and our daddy was giving us wheelbarrow rides, one by one, back to the house we got ready for the best part: sitting on laps, cuddling on the couch, hot cocoa and marshmallows, and listening to a soothing story. While we listened we would pick leaves from each others hair. And soon, as our eyelids began to flutter, we would laugh once more about the wonderful afternoon and we went off to our cozy beds. As we nuzzled under our covers, our thoughts would drift and we would float off into dreams of more sun and fun.

                                                                   Sincerely,

                                                                   Grace