I'm in third grade and am the queen of tire-swings. I just gave all the girls (and some of the boys) Around the World pushes and Banana Splits with my whipped cream specialty, which is a really fast spin at the end. Only a few of them can stand it, though.

Now I get to sit here by myself on the swing, looking up sometimes and seeing my friends blur around me. I wish I could stay here forever.

Cinderella dressed in yellow, went upstairs to kiss a fellow, made a mistake, and kissed a snake, how many doctors did it take?

I just jumped the entire recess. I'm now queen of the jump-ropers. My friends complained that their arms got tired, but they should have felt how much my legs hurt! They felt so heavy, as if I was wearing my dad's work boots and he had filled them up with big rocks.

I'm in fourth grade, now, and Mrs. McMunn let me choose what flavor of Gummy Bear I wanted when she heard that I won the jump rope contest. I picked the clear one today. It tastes like Pineapple. Next time, I'll pick red and then green. I don't like the orange ones, though. Orange is a nerdy color.

I have these freckles on my arm that look like they could be Mickey Mouse. The groups of them are on different places on both of my arms. It's very weird. Another thing that's weird is that I can curl my tongue but my mom can't.

I'm going to be eleven soon, and I'll have to use more than my two hands to show my little sister how old I am. That'll be cool. I can't believe I'm going into sixth grade! I jumped up and down in my room when I got back from school. I'm so glad to have my own room finally.

I'm sitting cross-legged on a swivel chair, wearing a tank-top with tiny ladybugs and daisies sprinkled on it and matching shorts. They're my new pajamas. The clock is clicking the seconds away and I need to go to sleep. I wish it was as simple as that. I should call my dad to see if he can help me organize my thoughts to write this essay. I just want school to be over so I can have summer vacation.