Walking stick

Move and Act As If someone is tracking you while in the Woods This is a Survival Habit That Anyone Can and Should Develop Camouflage, also called cryptic coloration, is a defense or tactic that animals and humans use to disguise their appearance, usually to blend in with their surroundings. Camouflage is used to disguise location, identity, and movement. Crypsis is simply blending into your surroundings to avoid detection and most humans would use cryptic coloration. In other words, mimic the…

Assignment method: Running record Date of observation : October 18, 2012 Time of observation : 9:05-9:35 Setting : Observation took place in a classroom of Richmond Preschool . There were 18 children who are 4 years old, 3 ECE teachers and 1 volunteer during this observation. Child's name : Tom Child's age : 4 years old Tom spins his jacket into the air and drops it on the floor. He picks up and hangs on the hook under his name tag. He asks his mom to take out his…

Also there were animals involved like chickens and pigs when she was outside. Myop goals in this short story were to go out and feel the air while being a child walking and playing with the animals. Myop was outside on a farm when she talked about the pigs rooting and when she struck out at the chickens. It is like a regular summer day they was Myop explains how beautiful it was outside. She says “the air held a…

I leave the house with a small draw string bag packed with some chap stick, water, my phone, and some ear buds for music on the walk. As I was walking I see a shimmering object in a bush. Out of curiosity I go and examine the object. To my astonishment I pull out the shinning object and discover that it is a bar of solid 24 karat gold! I was so happy I sprinted…

I am an outside person I have been since I could remember, when I would go outside you would usually find me in the pool or over in the Lot and in the Creek. The creek was and still is really fun, walking up and down finding cool stuff and making stick weapons and pretending to fight in the army. The Creek was fun, but it was also scary at night when you could hear stuff moving, but you couldn 't see it, but despite the scariness of the Creek I ended up having some of the best times there when I…

asleep most of the time when my mom was changing me out of my pajamas. I would always jump once in a while because my mom’s freezing cold hands would touch my small lukewarm body. While she was changing me, she would tell me to sit up, lay back down, stick out your feet, and so on. When I finally woke up completely, I looked at what I was wearing, “Oh no.”…

this mess. I could see sirens and people gathering around me watching in disbelieve, I kept fading in and out of conscience I felt like I was close to death. Voices talking, the sound of sipping it was another morning and another walk to school, walking onwards I walked with a slower pace than my sister whom of which was light years ahead of me I walked down the street and it happened too fast for me to recall the minute by minute breakdown, but My last sights before I was knocked unconscious…

We walk in the cold, windy snow all day long, then huddle together when we go to sleep. The next morning, we are walking, when I see a familiar face. “Will! Will!” I scream with all of my might, running towards him. He picks me up and runs toward Mom and Winter. “I told you I’d see you again girl.” He whispers in Winters ear. “Why are you guys here and not at home?”…

was pretty far away from our house. I still did it because my dad said that I could sit next to him in the back of the boat and I was super excited because I had never gotten to sit in the back next to him because my mom would. When I was on my way walking Ileft 15 minutes before them so I could run with them but on the way there their was a dead skunk that someone ran over and it stunk so bad and worst of all Gabby rolled all over in it and it was probably the worst thing that could happen that…

for the door headed to the outside. The wind whistled loudly as she trudged through the cold, wet air down the block. She had put up with it long enough. So she wasn’t the smartest person, so what she enjoyed playing around, so what if she wanted to stick up for her family? What was so wrong with everything that she did? She hurried to run through the storm trying to escape town before the tornado hit. She felt unloved, unwanted, unliked, just un-everything. She wasn’t good enough, and she…