The Good and Sad Day
Saturday we went to the flea market and when we were three blocks away, we saw a guy get hit by a car. We used my mom's car phone, and called 911 for help. Apparently, the guy was drunk and he did not know the day of the week. He got hit on his head by one of the mirrors of the car. The police, ambulance and fire department came, and checked to see if he was alright. And he was O.K. After that we went to the flea market. When we got there I saw some very old, superhero cards. Later we went to Wendy's, and I had a burger. Then Sis' was suppose to have a nap, but Dad and Mom let her off easy. When we got home, and mom got off the phone, we played Harry Potter Scene It. I won the game. Later we went to bed. The reason it was a sad day was because the man got hit by a car, the reason it was a good day was because he didn't get killed. So, do not ride bikes, scooters, rollerblades, or skateboards in the street, or walk in the street with out a big person. Because if you do you might get run over by a car.


