I see a big bee sitting on my sunflower.
My sister touches the stem and the bee and it quicky flies away in the blue sky
I wrote a story about this bee my English teacher wrote use more of your imagination so,the next day I go to class and I mind goes on vacation.
The process of a child to a teenager
I used to love to play with dolls
but now I hate dolls
I used to go outside and play with my friends
but now I go outside and hang out with my friends
I used to love to wearing dresses
but now I harder even think of dresses
I used to so hyper and playful
but now I'm so calm and collected