When I was three years old, I had to get five stitches. Getting those (dem) stitches did teach me to listen to my mom more carefully. On a sunny day in spring, my mom took me and my brother and sister to the park. The park was my favorite place to go because I got to meet new people and play with them. So, I was playing like I normally did when I saw people playing on the zipline. I had never been on the zipline before but it looked fun. I begged my mom to take me, so finally she took me to wait my turn.
I waited and waited for what seemed like forever for it to be my turn. When (interrogative)was it going to come? Finally it came, so my mom told me, “DON’T LET GO.” “I won’t mommy.” As a three year old(intro modifier) though, I didn't really
I waited and waited for what seemed like forever for it to be my turn. When (interrogative)was it going to come? Finally it came, so my mom told me, “DON’T LET GO.” “I won’t mommy.” As a three year old(intro modifier) though, I didn't really