How have you been? I have missed my blog and I’m happy to be back on here. 🙂 Did anyone else go to Destin, Fiesta Texas, or Seaworld this Summer? If so you might’ve seen me. Well, this Summer was filled with twirling, vacation, and fun! I went to Rockin C Ranch, Band Camp, and Church Camp! Yay for Camp Piney Woods. Haha. Any-who-how guess I better get back to class.
~Abby♥
Click the link to view Breanna and my Early Civilizations slideshow about the Mayan, Aztec, and Incan Indians.
My favorite sense is my sense of hearing. With it I’m able to hear fire alarms. With it I’m able to listen to awesome music. Sometimes I’m able to hear complements and praise. Those are just a few of the reasons why my favorite sense just has to be my absolute favorite sense is my sense of hearing.
Another reason hearing is my favorite sense is hearing is that without sight I would still be able to hear people teach me to talk but without hearing people would have to write down everything or use sign language to talk to me. Another reason is without having touch I would burn myself but with hearing I would have someone tell me something’s hot but without hearing I would get very badly burned. Without being able to smell people could describe the smell so vividly than without being able to hear. Without hearing I wouldn’t be able to have people describe what things taste like if I lost all my other senses. I hope you have learned that hearing and all other senses are wonderful and shouldn’t be taken for granted.
Tim Tebow: a Real Life Hero
He darts across the fresh cut green grass. He humbly receives the Heisman Award. Who is he? Tim Tebow. He is my hero because he is a leader, shows his faith, and gives back.
I know everyone thinks oh he was lucky and yeh yeh yeh. Well what he calls it is blessed. He leaped towards his dreams of sports, especially football, and by his faith he was able to do so. He has always tried to be his best and not just on the football field. Also his strong love of others has gotten him very far.
He is also a leader. Even though the NFL did not want words on eye marks because it was claimed a “distraction” he still wore them with his favorite verse, John 3:16 written on them. Also every touchdown he gives credit to God, not himself. He realizes that without God, he wouldn’t be able to play football as well as he can now, such as anyone wouldn’t be able to do anything without God. Also he started “tebowing” which is one of the other ways he gives credit to God.
He is also very passionate about others because he created the W15h foundation to fulfill children with life threatening illnesses lives. Also since he was a young boy he would always go on mission trips with his family to the Philippines, and helped the children and families there that had virtually nothing such as food, water, and they had rags for clothing.
He’s a leader. He gives back. He’s Tim Tebow.
I step onto a grassy field,
wet with morning dew.
Our rivalries in red are warming up.
A ball skips into the goal,
swish.
We greet coach.
“We can do this”.
I taste blue gatorade.
I’m restless.
We cascade onto the field.
Swish.
A ball goes in the net,
by our player.
This time it counts.
Their goalie frowns.
We jump up and down.
The game is over.
Done and won.
We won.
I walk,
see several toddlers in coral uniforms,
kicking the ball.
That’s what it’s all about.
Abby H.
I cry,
an endless cry.
A river stream, endless stream,
like the Rio Grande.
Leaves fall,
I inhale chilly air.
My tears frost,
like rivers freezing.
Cold, icy, tears pour down,
my cold, red, face.
I feel like running.
Flying away,
fly into thick trees and brush.
Nature is marvelous,
comfort.
Where I belong.
Why were we placed in a cruel world,
not here?
Why not a magical place,
where leaves crunch?
Why not a mysterious place?
having adventures around every corner?
Why not a place without sadness,
a place to be happy.
Abby H.