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A Lesson About Tree-Climbing Melissa squealed a very high pitched squeak as she fell quickly to the ground, landing with a thud. This is one of the days of my life that I will always remember; its a positively great highlight of my life. My friend fell off of a log. That sounds really exciting doesnt it? The lesson I learned that day is simple; the whole story is simple. Either way, I should probably rewind a little bit and start at the beginning of this story. At the time, I was a simple six year old- which means that I was constantly bragging that I, a scrawny little brown-eyed first grader, could sit on my very long hair. Oh yes. It always made me feel special that my long mud-brown hair was the longest in my grade. On the other hand, there was my best friend Melissa, who (so I thought) was secretly very jealous that my hair was l
The Beach It was sweltering and the beach was crowded. Cooling off in the salty sea, most people were packed in the turquoise shallows, but even the sea was near boiling. Out of the semi-refreshing water, the abhorring odor of saltwater and sun baked bodies polluted the fresh afternoon air. The beach had turned into a scorching desert, and even those in the water couldnt escape the angry rays of the sun. All life withered and sulked under the unbelievable temperature; the plants that were scattered around in the smoldering sand were especially forced to choke down the heat, struggling to survive until the cool, breezy nighttime that seemed years away. People at least were able to move and conceal themselves from the waves of heat, but on the sizzling seashore it was an impossible day to cool off. Somewhere a toddler was holding his completely melted mint ice cream cone, and he