Ahhhhhhhh. Childen playing & splashing in the pool splash splash
Hellow hi by seeyou childens mums talking
Ahhhhhhhh screming for fun
SPLASH jumping in the pool
HELP ME having fun and hiting people with the noodles
LETS GET WET
Showing posts with label madison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label madison. Show all posts
Friday, December 10, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Madison winter contrast poem
Breeze as cold as Antarctica
Breeze as windy as cold weather
Cold as breeze coming down from snow
Breeze as cold as icy lakes
Breeze as chilly as water
Breeze as windy as cold weather
Cold as breeze coming down from snow
Breeze as cold as icy lakes
Breeze as chilly as water
Friday, July 2, 2010
My dream machine
My dream machine has a microphone to talk into when you like to buy fish & chips. The noise sounds like ''clatter, clatter, clatter,clatter,''when you get fish & chips. It only gives it to me and my friend Cathrine. It knows me and Catherine but no one else. The food come from underground. Out of the rabbit door so we can get it out and eat it.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
At the ramps
First re rushed outside and sat outside the classroom. Leah and Kayla went up the ramp and stopped. Katelyn and shavanah went back down and they went back up again. Then Laney and Phoenix caried it down and mrs Rehmann told them to roll the bike to her. After that kayden and shannon came up the stairs and back down and we went back inside.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
why why why why why
Why can't I be a mermaid?
Why can't I be a fairy?
Why can't the world be made out of chocolate!
Why can't mum & dad be nice to me?
Why can't I go to Catherine's every day after school?
Why can't I be a fairy?
Why can't the world be made out of chocolate!
Why can't mum & dad be nice to me?
Why can't I go to Catherine's every day after school?
Friday, March 26, 2010
Rafting at Waiora Scout Camp Madison
On Wednesday in the morning we got ready for camp. My buddy was Rosa and when Room 3 waved to us they were standing on a big porch. But my brother was still trying to look for me in the bus.
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