My grandpa

My grandpa means the world to me for these three reasons:he teaches me almost everything I know. He always takes me places when i’m bored,and he allows me to listen in on political conversations for all these reasons and many more I love my grandpa.


My first reason is he teaches me almost everything I know. For example. when I was four years old I had just  saw the basketball playoffs and I asked my grandpa to teach me how to play basketball. Even though he wanted to keep watching the playoffs he came and taught me how to play.


My second reason is he always cheers me up when i’m sad. For example, one time when four, I got sad because no one wanted to throw a football with me. Then my grandpa came along and said “I’ll throw the football with you Abraham!” and before I knew it, everyone was playing was playing football with us! All thanks to my grandpa.


My third and final reason is he always lets listen me listen in on family conversations. For example he once caught me     ease dropping.and instead of scolding me he let me listen in!


Now i hope you see how much i love my grandpa! Do you have someone you love? 















my maze

                    My Maze

                                                      Abraham Beals


   One day in Woodstock, New York my best friend’s Leroi, Cedar, and I were sitting together drawing funny pictures for our story Mystery Monsters. It was about a bunch of alien detectives who live in a medieval looking place if knights rode spaceships.  When Cedar said, “You know, we should make a company that makes fun activity books for kids. We should make mazes, stories, and things that use math to draw.” 


 “First things first, let’s make that maze!” I said. “Let’s get some volunteers!” said Leroi. “How big should  we make our maze?” questioned Cedar. “We should make our maze cross pages,” I said. “Good idea!” said Cedar. “Let’s get started!” and so we did. We spent days and days and by the end of the semester we had finished 163 pages of the greatest maze of all time! “Whoa,” I said when we were done. We had only filled up one of the five notebooks we had.                                                                       


“Now, what should we name our maze?” asked Leroi. “Dauldeus’s Maze, after the greek maze maker Dauldeus’s.” I said. “Yeah, good name I’m in!” said Leroi. “Yeah, me too!” said Cedar.  I said, “Well, that settles it, Dauldeus’s Maze it is.”


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