(This is the first story I ever wrote; I was five or six.)
As I went in the forest I saw ladybugs. The ladybugs saw me. Then they flapped away. I was sad when they flew away. I had to cry because I liked them. But I stopped crying. And then I looked up and saw a bird .it was pretty but it flew away to. This time I did not cry. I just said by to the bird. Then I went back home. And when I got home it was dinnertime .I washed my hands and. Then I went to bed. Then it was morning. I played games with my family
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