Jennie+S.

October, 2010

Genessee Swing

Tight ropes are clipped onto my harness as I step up the shaky metal ladder. Bad fears of hanging over five feet in the air make me want to stop, but instead of yelling stop, I just ask to be lifted slowly. Slowly, I was lifted up to about 20 feet into the air, and suddenly my quivering voice says to stop. As the ropes stop pulling, the harness relaxes slightly, but my hands still grip the rope like my palms are coated with a thick layer of super glue. When I finally let go of the rope, fear struck me harder than ever as I shot through the air. The only reason I shouldn’t have been scared was because it was one of the most fun things I ever did! Slowing down, I am disappointed to know that I didn’t get to the top of the swing before I said stop and let go.

October, 2010 My hamster’s  hair is very short, but feels like velvet . Sometimes, when he falls asleep outside of his bedding, then wakes up, the hair on his head gets messed up and I call it “bed head”. My hair is a weaving . When I wake up, my hair looks like a blob of tangles, and brushing my hair is pointless, because after a few hours, most of the tangles return. Wally’s hair is coal. He has short hair as black as coal, that also looks hard, but is as soft as a mushy marshmallow. Riley has hair the color of dark mud. The hair on her back travels straight down her , like a river.