Repost August 15, 2021
Hello all! I doesn’t look like I’ll get a Top Ten post done this week… so I decided to share this instead. These are some sentences I wrote about living on my Grandpa’s farm… I wrote them for school two or three years ago. (For two years we lived on my Grandpa’s farm, in an apartment that was joined to Grandpa and Grandma’s house. Now we live on the adjoining farm (it’s owned by Grandpa) too. These memories are from when we lived in the apartment.)
The model I used for these sentences was the book ‘When I was Young in the Mountains’ by Cynthia Rylant
When I Was Young on the Farm
When I was young on the Farm, on one blustery January morning, Mom guided us all in making delicious glazed donuts for snack.
When I was young on the Farm, on cold, snowy days we would all get bundled up and pretend to ski down our small mountains of snow.
When I was young on the Farm, Grandma would always have a slice of buttery chocolate toast waiting for me every morning.
When I was young on the Farm, Stephen and I would climb up on the grape arbor shed to complete our schoolwork.
When I was young on the Farm, Aunt Melody would lead us in suspense-filled games of Capture-the-Flag.
When I was young on the Farm, I would ride on the gator with my cousins, the wind in my hair and giggles all around.
When I was young on the Farm, I would rise early on brisk mornings to drive the gator for the cornpickers.
When I was young on the Farm, Dad would recruit me to help harvest gourds, juicy raspberries and cherry tomatoes.
When I was young on the Farm, Aunt Melody would take me out to the Market to help serve customers.
When I was young on the Farm, we would devote hours helping to transplant strawberries and then we would enjoy a pizza party!
When I was young on the Farm, Stephen and I stood on the porch, shivering, laughing and soaking wet as the rainwater rolled off the roof and onto us.
When I was young on the Farm, Great-Grandma would present us with orange ice cream pops after we had picked up walnuts under the giant walnut tree.
When I was young on the Farm, Grandpa would let us ride with him in the old, rickety dump truck as he hauled big fodder bales from the field to the barn.
When I was young on the Farm, Grandpa would haul us on cold hay rides in the red wagon.
When I was young on the Farm, everyone would gather at a crackling bonfire to roast hot dogs and marshmallows and sing hymns.
What are some of your favorite memories? Tell one memory in a sentence that starts When I was Young…
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