I went to the mall,

when I was very small.

I bought some shoes,

when I stepped they went moo.

The colthes I bought,

were the ones I sought.

The very small mall,

was only a closet in the hall.

It was a scorching summer day.

My mother just pulled into the drive.

She arrived home from the store.

I unloaded the groceries.

I picked up a bag that was as cold as a winter's day.

It was packeged with 10 brothers and sisters.

I opened the box and ripped open the single package.

The color was bright as the sun.

It started dripping like rain.

I knew it was melting.

I bit into it, and it tasted like strawberries, and it was so fruity.

I was down to the end of it.

It was going to fall, I just knew it.

I moved my hand like I was sewing, to catch it's long fall to the ground.

I had finished my treat.

The stick, tan like, it just came out of the sun.

I put it in the trash.

Then I went for another popscile.

At 6:30 I take a trip to school with my mom.

I stroll into the gym.

I tie my shoes as tight as a string on a bow.

I dribble the ball,

down the court like a race car.

My coach is a brick wall while he plays defence.

I have to dribble around him.

I shoot, then score.

YAY! Tick... It's 8:00.

It's time to leave.

I ride home with my mom.

I jump in the shower.

I go to my bed and drift to sleep.