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A Child's Musings
My writing career started quite late in life. I wasn't a very good student in school so I never in my wildest dreams could ever imagine becoming a writer and in all probability neither could any of my English teachers. That being said I think it’s important to encourage young writers. I’m adding this short Thanksgiving essay written by a 9 year old girl named Lucy. I think she has the talent to be an excellent writer as she progresses through her formative years and into adulthood. Please read and let her know you’re pulling for her.
By Lucy Z.
I sprinted around my house scanning all of the rooms to see if my house was ready for Thanksgiving. My eyes shone with excitement as the doorbell rang. It was the first time that we were hosting Thanksgiving at our house and I was overjoyed. I skipped to the door silently guessing that my Grandma and Grandpa were the first ones to arrive at our Thanksgiving feast. I knew I was correct when I swung the front door open. “Hi Grandma, hi Grandpa,” I chirped. “Hi Lucy, Happy Thanksgiving,” they greeted me, grinning from ear to ear. “Come in,” I invited them, moving out of their way. They peaked inside and gazed around. “Very decorative,” Grandpa said. “Thanks, I helped with the decorations,” I nodded proudly. I smiled and looked at the table’s setup for Thanksgiving. This will be the best Thanksgiving ever!
I glanced around at everyone hugging each other in a greeting. “Alright everyone, time to eat,” my Dad said as he clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention. I rushed to the first chair I saw and sat down. The golden brown turkey sat in the middle of the table. I breathed in the aroma of the mashed potatoes that sat in front of me. The warm soup bubbled. “Hey, we will eat in a moment,” a voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I stared confused at the man who spoke to me. My cheeks turned bright red as I realized I was drooling. I wiped my mouth and looked at the table hiding my face. “Sorry Uncle Graig,” I muttered. I didn’t hear his response through all of the chattering. My spirits quickly lifted again as my Mom put a plate of all kinds of delicious foods in front of me. Steam came from the mashed potatoes and pieces of turkey that made my mouth water. The warm tomato soup smelled so good and strong that I could practically taste it already. I picked up my fork and started with the mashed potatoes. When it finally got into my mouth, I wished that I could taste the warm scent forever. I continued to eat and eat. “How do you like the potatoes?” I turned to look at my Aunt Dianna. “They’re awesome,” I mumbled with my mouth full. “That’s good,” she laughed. The next thing I knew, I ate up all the food on my plate.
Dinner was now over and everyone was stuffed. People were starting to leave. I gave them a hug and waved goodbye. When everyone left, my eyelids felt heavy. I closed my eyes and let sleep wash over me.