my presentation i have to do for social studies is soooo funny!!! I had to wear a wig to play a bo and it was an afro wig!!!!!!!!! i looked so wierd and different!! oo i cant wait till i show the class our tape!!! it will b sooo funny !!! but the other presentation i have to do is in ELA ( english language arts) and i have to present the book i made it has a buch of memeories from the past i'll show u a story, Chapter 4
Ouch!
“Whoa! Look how high he is!” I said watching my dad fly into the air then go back down onto the soft but stiff surface of my trampoline. Once my Dad had found out what trampolines were he had to get one.”Can I go on? Dad give me and Dale a turn!” I yelled impatiently.
“Alright! Try to get on yourself.”He said waiting anxiously. I tried and tried but I just couldn't. I was too short. Being short stinks! I thought trying once more to get on.
“I have an idea!” Dale said running to the slide we never used. What he did was he put the slanted part of the slide under the trampoline , that way the ladder to get on the slide was next to the edge of the trampoline!
“You're a genius, Dale!” I said jokingly for he always said that to me.
“Now try.” My Dad proposed. It was easy, we just climbed right up and got on! It couldn't get much easier. I had wished that day would never end , an hour later I thought otherwise.
“It needs to be more of a challenge.” My brother said. “You could put the ladder under the trampoline that way we would have to climb up the slide!” I said though Dale was already doing so. Dale tried the new method did fine but I just couldn't . Over and over I tried but all I got for my effort was scrapes on my knees and a hurt feeling that I couldn't make it and Dale could.
“Ha ha!” Dales laughter was like pouring salt on my wound
“Dale be quiet!” I yelled getting frustrated. Finally I felt that I could make it, I was so close just one more step and.........
“AAAHHHHH!” I screamed as I made the last step and my hand slipped and the bottom of my chin slammed against the pole of the trampoline! Oblivious to my pain my brother continued jumping. The dripping blood on to my favorite green T-shirt increased my screaming. My parents came running to see.
The next day my tears continued. Partially from the pain of my cut but also because I could hear the springs of the trampoline as my brother jumped on it, while my head lay stiff on the surface of the couch watching the ceiling. At about 5:00 PM my mom checked under the band-aid and noticed it was still bleeding so she took me to the emergency room. I got stitches and as you may have guessed I didn't like it one bit! I was certainly glad that day was over and never got on the trampoline that way ever again!
Well, maybe once!