Late one winter day in January, my family and I went down to Brooklyn to my uncle's house. He is like my second father and also my best friend. As soon as we got there my uncle screamed, "Bunny!" he hugged me like there was not tomorrow.
I dropped my bag and ran to him and hugged him as tight as I could. he asked me . "What do you want to eat?" I replied "How about me and you go take a walk down the street to get Chinese food.?" He said,"Sure why not."
So we were walking down the street and I saw a beautiful dress, so beautiful I had to have it. It had all of my favorite colors on it. The bad part about it is that I didn't bring any money, so we kept walking. I was staring at the dress and my uncle said, "Let's stop in here for a second."
When we walked back to his apartment we took the chinese food out and laid it on the table. We didn't eat it right away. My family and my aunt were in the living room. My mom asked, "Did you have fun?" We both looked at each other with a devious smile. Then we laughed hysterically. While we were watching WWE ( That was our main show.) and eating all of a sudden, " Rarrrrr. He screamed into my ear. "AHHHHH!" I screamed. "gotcha hehehe."
A couple of days later we were at the hospital. I had butterflies in my stomach, just thinking about him. He insisted that we go into the room with him. So we did. At the bottom of my gut, I knew something was wrong.
He couldn't go home. He had to stay to be watched carefully. I was not ready to hear the words that were about to come out of the nurse's mouth.
Days later my family and I drop back down to the hospital to see my uncle. We asked to see him. The nurse replied, " He has just come out of surgery." Immediately my heart jumped out of me. The nurse said, "in about two hours you can see him." I was thinking to myself, " what if he doesn't make it? What will I do." Before I knew it two hours were up. The nurse came out fo the room and she explained to us what happened to him.
The nurse said, "The reason that he has been having a lot of fevers is because we have discovered a brain tumor." I stood as if I was a block of ice that was solid. She said, " He might not make it tonight. You can see him while you can.
She showed us into the room. He was looking worse as the seconds passed. My aunt was next to him
Tony Torre's death was the most tragic thing I experienced because he was family. He died on November 26, 2013. Tony was the nicest person I knew. He would help around the house. he had the disease MS so he had a limp. He died at 42 years old.
One day my brother Andrew, Tony and I fixed a stereo for Andrew and it actually worked! The next day I asked if we can make one for me and Tony said, " I'll keep a look out for one." I never got one. My inside was as gray as clouds on a rainy day.
One day in Lake George Shawn,my stepdad, and Tony came up to my family camp because Shawn got a new race car nearby. They stopped by for a couple hours. When they were leaving I said, "don't go! Stay!" But they had to go.
Tony came over to our house about every day or two to check onus. Every time he came over he would play bean bag toss, he was the best at bean bag toss that year..
One night Shawn, Mark, Tony, my Nana,Andrew, my mom and I played bean bag toss for a while. Mark through the beanbag like it was a Frisbee and would not stop scoring. We all laughed.
At the Moose Lodge one night, Junior thought Tony got mad and through the havy ashtray outside. But he didn't! Tony had a massive heart attach! Junior saw Tony sprawled out on the ground like a squished bug. Junior started to perform CPR. Junior called an ambulance faster than lightning Tony was rushed to the hospital and everyone went there. Tony survived, but he was brain dead. But at first Shawn was a vegetable, I didn't know what that meant, so I asked. It meant brain dead.
Shawn andmom went to see Tony at the hospital. I asked if I could go but Shawn said, you'wouldn't want to remember hiim like this."After a week or two, Tony's parents decided to pull the plug. He died on on November 26, 2013.
Everyone that knew Tony or his parents came to the awake. After we said our goodbyes, my brother Andrew and I started crying more than it can rain.
The day Tony died, it was sunny, but inside me it was raining with all gray clouds. So now I will never forget the date.November 26, 2013. Tony's death.So now I know you should live life to the fullest because you don't know when your time will come.
Sebastian, Age 12
“Where are they? Its time. Are they coming?” I thought. As I looked around waiting for friends to arrive at my birthday party, I noticed the black pavement, the green grass, the hot fence.
My mom and I went outside to water the flowers. Danny arrived. My mom talked to Danny’s mom. Danny and I played with beach paddles to see who could get the ball over the house.
When more friends arrived; we all played. When Henry, Josh, Nico, and Patrick arrived. We all tried to get the ball over the house. The ball almost got stuck in the gutter of the house.Danny made it over one time. Henry tried to, but it bounced off the house.
When we were done, we went in the pool. We had a water gun fight. Danny, Henry, ad me vs Nico, Partrick and Josh. We had two little water guns and three pool guns and a snorkel. I put my goggles on. Danny got hit in the eye.
Right after the water gun fight, we had a biggest splash contest. I did a cannon ball, I made a big splash. Danny made a big splash too. But Patrick did the biggest splash.
“My mom said pizza,I love pizza.” “It is cheese pizza.” Nico, Henry, Danny, Patrick and I love pizza. “Ryan cup cake ?” My mom said. Danny , Josh, Henry, Nico and Patrick all at the cupcakes. They were good.
After Josh Nico, Patrick, Henry and Danny left, I thought,” What an awesome party I had.”
Ryan Age 9
Brother of Dominick
Who loves girls, sports and family
Who feels good about being funny
Who needs friends, sports, and family
Who gives love, hilarious jokes, and crazy laughter
Who fears war, death, chores
Who'd like to see myself in the Marines
Who dreams of being a policeman
A student of Mr.C.
Brown eye, imaginative, funny
Daughter of Debi and Kevin
Who loves dance,the idea of jumping on the clouds and coloring
Who feels joyful about school
Who needs fun, family, big hugs, and cheery friends
Who gives loving hugs, happiness and big smiles
Who fears loud thunderstorms, creepy people, and heights
Who'd like to see the big country of Italy
who dreams of being the first female president
the student of Mr. Camenga
Pearl, Age 11
Daughter of Brian and Connie
Who loves dance,hammerhead sharks, an the pretty color teal,
Who feels grateful for a loving family
Who needs laughter, happiness, and good times
Who gives pretty smiles, happiness, awesomeness
Who fears scary apes, strange clowns, and string puppets
Who'd like to see the beautiful Great Barrier Reef in Australia
Who dreams of going to the beautiful Sydney Opera House
A student of Mr. Camenga
Mia, Age 11
sister of Finley and Liam
Who loves family,dancing,Murphy the dog
Who feels happy outside in the fresh air
Who need loving family, kind friends, and amazing school
Who gives awesome hugs, good laughs, and witty jokes
Who fears too much homework, huge spiders and honeybees
Who' like to see the Great Barrier Reef
Who dreams of being a Marine Biologist
A student of Mr. C at Sacred Heart School
Allison, Age 11
Sister of Sara and Anthony
Who loves soccer, doing homework, and family
Who feels excitement for all of my opportunities
who needs to brush my teeth, knowledge and fun with friends
who gives laughter ,excitement,and happiness
Who fears unattractive bugs,escalating elevators,and horrifying heights
who'd like to see the Great Barrier Reef up close
Who dreams of becoming a veterinarian
A student of Mr. Camenga
Daughte of Maureen and Lance
Who loves Coco(my cat), family and chocolate
Who feels grateful for my family
Who needs delicious ice cream, amazing school and my awesome friends.
Who gives clothes, food, pencils
Who fears scary spiders, creepy bugs, tight spaces
Who like to see Germany
Who dreams of being an archaelogist.
A student of Mr. Camenga
Grace, Age 11
Sister of Jaylen and Jessie
who loves family sports, and music
Who feels grateful about my friends and family
Who needs sports, a family and an education
Who fears slithery snakes,ugly spiders and scary black bars
Who'd like to see France
Who dreams of seeing all of the beautiful parts of the world
A Student of Mr.Camenga
Nadia, Age 11
Creative, smart andfunny
Brother of Brianna
Who loves God,rich cheese cake and drawing
Who feels happy mad, and sad
who needs freshair,clean water and bright sunlight
who gives laughter,love and excellent friendships
Who fears hairy tarantulas, poison,and giant ferris wheels
Who would like to see a very smart drone
who dreams of being a scientist
student of Mr. C.
Tim the Titan
Timothy, Age 11
On May 11, 2009
“Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring.” I answer it.
“Hello, can I speak to Ariana.” It was my dad.
“Hi!” I said. It made me smile from ear to ear to talk to my dad.
Until he said, “I’m in jail.” Beeeeeeeeeep.
I dropped the phone. I came to my room and sat in the corner with tears down my face.
“What’s wrong?” asked my mom.
“It will be ok.,” said mom, but there was an angry tone in her voice. She tried not to show she was mad and angry, but I know she was angry at my father. Whenever my dad gets me upset, my mom’s face turns reddish and a little orangish. She looks like the sun. Days went by. I was not longer crying, but on the inside, I was angry and furious. I would not talk to anyone for three weeks. It was always a rainy day on the inside because I felt like my heart was broken. I had the blues. I kept asking myself why does this keep happening? He has missed out on so much of my life. I did not want him missing out on anymore of my life and my future. I didn’t want him missing out on all the stuff that I could do.
He had already missed so much. Like when he missed my moving up ceremony in first grade. I was crying inside because he was not there. I thought that my dad did not LOVE ME anymore because he missed my first grade moving up. He came up to me and said, “sorry”.
I said, “It’s ok Daddy.” I was only seven when that happened. Now I’m thirteen and I know not to forgive him.
I was sitting down on the couch watching TV when the house phone rang. It was my dad, “Hello,” he said. “Hello,” he said again. My head was going crazy. I kept asking myself, should I say something? Should I just hang up the phone? I didn’t and I felt ok that I didn’t because I felt that I should not listen to someone who had broken my heart or someone who was supposed to be a hero to me. It was not fair to me. But then again, that was my father, and I didn’t want to disrespect him, so I just called my sister and told her to say I was asleep. We go through the same routine each time he calls.
I may sound like I don’t love him, don’t get me wrong. I do love my father. But the thing he’s done to me in my life, I would not forget it. Like not coming to see me in the first grade and other things a father should do.
The thing that gets me more upset was that he does not say sorry or his actions. I didn’t want to hear it on the phone. I wanted it in person. He should have been there for me through my ups and downs.
Anonymous, FDR Schenectady, NY.
I love healthy things!
Do you love them too?
I love steamed brussel sprouts.
...but I love cookies too!!!!
Jordan, Age 8
Blue jay like to fly
through the trees and baseball fields
hunting for some worms
(Please note this poem was printed this fall but credited to the wrong author)
There once was a piece of dough that was rolled around and baked, a secret gingerbread piece of dough. The recipe read, "Bake 10 minutes." But, they baked it for 20 minutes. Out of the oven popped a 90 year old gingerbread man. The 90 year old man scurried out the door. He jumped onto a cow's back then onto the roof of the barn. He was made of ginger. The gingerbread man saw a mouse and he tried to jump over the mouse, but, he jumped right into the mouse's mouth. The mouse ate him.
Blue Creek School
I’m going swiftly up a hill
Freezing as I’m going
But I’m okay
I get up and start again
Being careful not to crash and
Gently gliding in the snow
The snow under me is glittering
In the sunshine
CRASH! I fall again
But, I still have to go on
Because it feels like I’m
Flying in the sky
UHH! My boot fell off
“Cold foot! Cold foot!” I screamed
At the top of my lungs
So, everyone could hear me
But, that can’t stop me
Because there’s nothing stopping me
From skiing gracefully like a
Graceful ballerina trying to
Trying not to cross my
Skis or I will fall
And I hate falling
Because it makes me cold
Emma, Age 9
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