One of my favorite things is my kids' creative writing. This little story my daughter wrote in some school papers she brought home recently made me smile, so I decided to post it here so I can look back on it again.
In the morning I would eat breakfast. Then I would pack my things. My mom would too. Then I would get the horses and we would put our things in the wagon. I would sit in the back and Mom would drive the wagon. We would eat deer for lunch. We would eat pig for dinner. We had a safe trip. The indians didn't attack us.
Whew! so glad the indians didn't attack us and that we had a safe trip. But I wonder, did we lose Daddy and Elisha somewhere, or did they decide they were better off in the east? And who hunted the deer and pig we ate?