What's your favorite season of the year? Mines is summer. Summer is my favorite season of the year.During summer, all students get to have a long rest after one year of school. Our parents take us on vacations and have fun. We don't actually have to think of anything, just relaxing and traveling. My family always spend the summer visiting new places and resting. I have a liking for it because it's a period of time where my family stays together and talk about almost everything. Do you think it's a cool experience? As of now, I am sure that I remember every single summer vacation my family had. I was struggling with school for the first few weeks I came back because I took a long break, but I get used to it after all so it's not a big problem. The summer is also a good time for swimming. Most people like to swim at the beach and have some seafood there. As I relaxed on the waves of the ocean, I felt like I was in heaven. It's such a good feeling that I couldn't possibly describe it. The sun shines in your eye and onto your tummy, it's so wonderful. Since it's very hot in the summer, ice-cream is the best choice for everyone. A glass of cocktail, a piece of chocolate cake, and a vanilla ice-cream right on your hand, what do you think about that? Take a sip of cocktail, a bite from your cake, and taste the very top of your vanilla ice-cream. I promise the hot burning feeling in your body will fade as these desserts meet your digestive system. What could be better? Please give a comment below about your favorite season and why.
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This was the first blog post I am writing. It's about a Christmas memory I will never forget in my whole life. Here is the story:
On the 23 of December, my sister and I were both excited for presents from Santa Claus. We gathered our giant socks and left them outside our balcony. We used glittered pens, markers, and crayons to write Santa Claus the best letter ever. The letters were later placed in the socks gently. The next day was the 24 of December. My family and I weren't home and we went to Phu My Hung for a celebration. On the way there, I kept praying for Santa Claus to give me presents. I still believed in Santa Claus for that moment even though a lot of people said : " Santa isn't real. It's just your mom and dad preparing presents for you." I got presents every year so I feel very connected to the feeling of others who received presents too. As my family and I hug, cheer, shout, and eat I am guessing Santa Claus is on his way to my house. Yeah! That night, I didn't went up to my room to check. I went straight to the guest room on 2nd floor and slept their with my sister so Santa Claus can feel free to put the presents in. PRESENTS! The next morning, I received a Doh Vinci Package and Scholastic paint brushes. I was very excited because that was exactly what I wished. My sister got 2 packages of accessories which makes me feel a bit jealous because she got presents that were very cute. I asked 3 nannies in my house about the SANTA CLAUS MYSTERY and my grandma. All of them said: " Just think the way you do. It can be both true or false. It depends on your thoughts. I don't know either." I asked the last nanny and I found out that nanny had a very suspicious smile on her face. She smiled like a cruel old witch. No, I need to get the final answer. I spent some money on coffee for her because I knew she really likes coffee. I gave my gift to her and sat with her drinking some coffee and watching TV on the couch. My mom was feeling very surprised how I act so weird. When my nanny and I sat together, I asked her quietly : " You know how much I love my mom and how important she is to me. I need a final answer from you. Please tell me the truth. Do you see my mom sneaking into my balcony? She answered, " Yes, I did. When I was sleeping in my room, I woke up because I heard a sound upstairs. I ran upstairs to check and I saw your mom holding presents. We had a talk and it was a secret I kept for your mom since I came here. The sound was the presents dropping onto the ground. You wouldn't know how much your mom love you." As she finished her sentence, I rushed away like a bullet. Suddenly, my nanny warned: " It's a big secret so you can't tell your mom. Stop, and wait until next Christmas to tell her this secret. She would be very depressed to find out you knew the truth. Honey, listen to me. " I stopped and that night, I couldn't sleep. How much does my mom love me? There couldn't possibly be a number for it. If you are reading this post mom, please forgive me. I just need to find out the truth. Love, Helen. |
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