This is my fall write explaining what fall means to me and memories of fall.
LI: I can create a personal piece of writing that uses descriptive language to paint a portrait, starts with a strong leads and focuses on one main idea.
I learned that descriptive writing is a powerful tool that helps people visualize the story using their own memories. I also learned that putting memories and pictures together allows you to have more creative writing.
What fall means to me…
The wind is blowing through the trees. I open my window and am blasted by a wave of cool air. That’s how I know it’s that time of year again. Fall, it’s my favorite season.
It means the start of an exciting new hockey year. Waking up at 5:30 AM for hockey practice and then going to Timmy’s for a hot chocolate with melting marshmallows swimming on top. It’s when all of the hockey moms and dads pile into the rink to watch their kids play and it’s so cold they can see their breath.
A sure sign that fall is here is the start of a new school year, with the sounds of children laughing on the playground and teachers welcoming the students back. It means buying brand new school supplies and cool new clothes.
Fall is special because of the vibrant colors of the fall leaves and wearing my PJ’s all day to keep me warm and cozy when it’s raining and cold outside. It also means slurping up big bowls of chicken noodle soup on a cold, crisp day after leaping into big piles of colorful leaves.
When you see the pumpkin on Mrs. Peter’s front porch with the scary face, you know that fall is here. You remember as a child, running away from that pumpkin thinking it was a monster. As you walk down the street with your friends, dressed in your scary costume asking for candy at every house, you sadly know that fall is already halfway over.
As we all rise for the singing of “Oh Canada” at my school’s Remembrance Day assembly I think to myself “Is this a positive way to end off fall, remembering the soldiers that fought for us all”? I think it is. The bright red poppies that represent the memory of the fallen soldiers remind us that fall is almost over.
This is what fall means to me.
By: Slapshot
LI: I can create a personal piece of writing that uses descriptive language to paint a portrait, starts with a strong leads and focuses on one main idea.
I learned that descriptive writing is a powerful tool that helps people visualize the story using their own memories. I also learned that putting memories and pictures together allows you to have more creative writing.
What fall means to me…
The wind is blowing through the trees. I open my window and am blasted by a wave of cool air. That’s how I know it’s that time of year again. Fall, it’s my favorite season.
It means the start of an exciting new hockey year. Waking up at 5:30 AM for hockey practice and then going to Timmy’s for a hot chocolate with melting marshmallows swimming on top. It’s when all of the hockey moms and dads pile into the rink to watch their kids play and it’s so cold they can see their breath.
A sure sign that fall is here is the start of a new school year, with the sounds of children laughing on the playground and teachers welcoming the students back. It means buying brand new school supplies and cool new clothes.
Fall is special because of the vibrant colors of the fall leaves and wearing my PJ’s all day to keep me warm and cozy when it’s raining and cold outside. It also means slurping up big bowls of chicken noodle soup on a cold, crisp day after leaping into big piles of colorful leaves.
When you see the pumpkin on Mrs. Peter’s front porch with the scary face, you know that fall is here. You remember as a child, running away from that pumpkin thinking it was a monster. As you walk down the street with your friends, dressed in your scary costume asking for candy at every house, you sadly know that fall is already halfway over.
As we all rise for the singing of “Oh Canada” at my school’s Remembrance Day assembly I think to myself “Is this a positive way to end off fall, remembering the soldiers that fought for us all”? I think it is. The bright red poppies that represent the memory of the fallen soldiers remind us that fall is almost over.
This is what fall means to me.
By: Slapshot