A Story of Popsicles

There was a boy named Jeremy. He had a popsicle. It was delicious, but he dropped it. His friend Sarah also had a popsicle. She looked at the grounded popsicle, crusted with dirt, and she looked at Jeremy's sad sad face. So she dropped her popsicle too. And they went to Bobby's house and ate some popcorn.

Author,
Jay

Memories that shaped me:

-Jumping off my roof into piles of snow with Kris Orson.
-Walking in the school yard by myself.
-Playing in with gt snow racers in the winter, then coming inside and drinking hot chocolate.
-I played with Lego instead of seeing my dying grandfather in the hospital.
-Playing baseball with Kris Orson in my front yard. We used a little ball-shaped cedar tree for a strike zone.
-Building 2 kayaks with my dad.
-My mom doing the origami folds that I couldn't do, like the squash fold.
-Folding paper airplanes for everyone at recess until everyone had a plane and the air was filled with planes and laughter.
-Hitting Kevin with tennis ball in the nose and giving him a bloody nose.
-Being yelled at by Mr.Chapman.
-Dropping dad's comb in the toilet, then flushing it to get rid of the evidence.
-Shaving my right eyebrow when I was little, 'cause it was the only facial hair I had.
-Being driven to hockey games with my dad and listening to Paul Simon and/or Enya.