My Toy Bus
December 9th, 2007
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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Wow Jimmy! Your writing is spectactular! The sound effects that you added make is so much fun to read. What a great revision!
Ms. Cristella
Jimmy that is a terrific story. I had no idea that the first yellow bus we bought you had created so many traffic jams!
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