My Toy Bus

A Memoir By Jimmy

My toy bus is seven years old. That’s as old as me! I wanted to play with it on the way home. I played with it since that day I opened it.

It helps me remember when I was a baby liking cars. I started liking buses. Then I liked trucks and then cars.

I had about fifteen cars. I made traffic jams with cars and trucks and buses and my first bus. It made noises on wood and tile. It sounded like this, “Vvreshhhtsh!”

I whished around with it. I made it get into an accident. It went CRASH! BANG! BOOM! BONG!
I made policemen and firemen come in a rush! Shhh! Shhh! Motorcycles drove through it.

It was a blast playing with toy cars.

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