Can This Story e Saved?
Can this story Be Saved
Last summer I was constantly reminded of the dreaded family visit to Aunt Martha’s farm. It annoyed me that she had a colorful garden that needed constant attention. I also sunburned easily but Aunt Martha didn’t care I was in pain. When I was at Aunt Martha’s I found it necessary to wake up at 5:45 which is the same time I wake up for school. I did this because of all chores and yard work. Trudging through the pain of my severe sunburn and aching body I always finished it in time for dinner.
Aunt Martha always wanted us well fed; the only problem is her cooking is so bad even though I was starving I could never force myself to eat it. After that bedtime is always 8 o’clock sharp every night before the sun went down, before the chickens went to rest. I was positive she is against anything fun.
About three months earlier I had received a school flier about a camp in the high desert. I was told it is warm during the day and cools out during the night. There is also gorgeous scenery I get to look out at every day. There were also a lot of activities I wanted to try such as hiking, rock climbing, rescore development and many more.
One day when my parents were having a good day and were calm I asked them about the possibilities of me going to the dessert camp instead of going through misery at Aunt Martha’s farm. My mom told me she didn’t have the cagillion dollars for entry and supplies. She did say that if I can raise the 400 dollars I could go. I immediately jumped for joy.
I knew how I would raise the money for the trip. I would baby sit the Olsen twins down the road that were always getting in trouble unless occupied. I would also clean houses, feed dogs, and all the dirty jobs. Finally I wouldn’t have to deal with Aunt Martha’s repugnance. There are two dirty jobs that paid the most butt usually ended up getting me stinky. Fixing plumbing was my least favorite out of all.
I did all the work I could possibly do and
Last summer I was constantly reminded of the dreaded family visit to Aunt Martha’s farm. It annoyed me that she had a colorful garden that needed constant attention. I also sunburned easily but Aunt Martha didn’t care I was in pain. When I was at Aunt Martha’s I found it necessary to wake up at 5:45 which is the same time I wake up for school. I did this because of all chores and yard work. Trudging through the pain of my severe sunburn and aching body I always finished it in time for dinner.
Aunt Martha always wanted us well fed; the only problem is her cooking is so bad even though I was starving I could never force myself to eat it. After that bedtime is always 8 o’clock sharp every night before the sun went down, before the chickens went to rest. I was positive she is against anything fun.
About three months earlier I had received a school flier about a camp in the high desert. I was told it is warm during the day and cools out during the night. There is also gorgeous scenery I get to look out at every day. There were also a lot of activities I wanted to try such as hiking, rock climbing, rescore development and many more.
One day when my parents were having a good day and were calm I asked them about the possibilities of me going to the dessert camp instead of going through misery at Aunt Martha’s farm. My mom told me she didn’t have the cagillion dollars for entry and supplies. She did say that if I can raise the 400 dollars I could go. I immediately jumped for joy.
I knew how I would raise the money for the trip. I would baby sit the Olsen twins down the road that were always getting in trouble unless occupied. I would also clean houses, feed dogs, and all the dirty jobs. Finally I wouldn’t have to deal with Aunt Martha’s repugnance. There are two dirty jobs that paid the most butt usually ended up getting me stinky. Fixing plumbing was my least favorite out of all.
I did all the work I could possibly do and