Brooklyn just submitted her entries for a writing contest at the LaGrange Daily News. We, as parents couldn’t help her with it, so here it is in it’s raw, 9 year old version. But didn’t she do a great job?! She’s already speaking better Portuguese than I am. Soon she’ll be writing better than me too…but it wouldn’t take much to do that.
HALF AMERICAN, HALF PORTUGUESE
Have you ever gone to Mozambique or maybe Brazil or Portugal, well I live in Portugal and I speak a little bit of Portuguese. I am a missionary to Portugal and this story is going to be about going to Portugal and what it is like here in Portugal. Well on our first flight (we had three) I was so scared I was pushed back in my seat as soon as the plane started, but when it got smoother I liked it a lot more. When we got to Portugal, we went right home and got in bed. And after we explored all the parts of our house, and then we went and bought a few thing that we could not bring with us. About 3 months before school started, my dad went and talked to the principal at the school and asked about the school and the grades and other things. I had language class for all of those 3 months for 2 hours every day except Saturday and Sunday. At the end of those three months we went to school and dove right in. it was hard to learn all this it all sounded like “rmabcfg“. But now that I know more it’s getting easier to understand. I am in the third grade, and my sisters are in the second grade. We have made tons of friends and I am starting to forget I’m not Portuguese.
Hurricanes are a thing of nature
They bring up things in their grasp
You can count on them not having much stature
We have had them in the past
Hurricanes are very rude
They are not one bit polite
For they mess up everything made of wood
And every thing else in their path
When they are here you had better hide
In the very best hiding place you know
For they will destroy the most safest place
If the right way they go
How ’bout encouraging a young writer and leave Brooklyn a comment.