My Story

I am going to be like him no matter what. Even though my dad and mom died by starving to death in a local bakery. I still keep up my dream. My leg is also filled with pain. I need walking staff.

I will tell story of how leg got hurt.

One day I playing in woods. I play with friend/sister Helen. Since my family died, I live with her family. We play spel av de dold, I heard you folks call it hidden seek. Anyway, Helen was seeker, and I was hider. I went far into…        woods. I see wolf. It jump at me. Its eyes as red as an angry sunset. I whack stick at it and it gets mad. I flee for my life, knowing that the wolf will overrun me. I grab branch and try to pull myself up. Then wolf bite my leg! I scream and kick, but it did know good. For it was Helen who had saved me. She through rock at it eyes and it let go of me. It run away. I get same stick that I whacked the wolf, and put feather on top. It was my walking staff. That is story of how leg got hurt.

Unfortunately not all stories have a happy ending. Helen moved away to a village near Muotkatakka. I never seen her anymore.

So then they sent me to other family, and now I live with Sara, Joseph, and Peter. They all nice people. My day feels short. I wake up and bathe. Then I have breakfast. After breakfast I do chores, not very hard, but long. If I finish fast, I play games. Then Dinner. Then if anymore chores are need, I do them. Then free time, where I play games. Then Supper. Then Bed time.

I just learned that I am being sent out of from my new family and to be an apprentice to build the Carlingford castle in Ireland. The best news it that I am working with Dimitry. Dimitry is a 15 year old kid from Moscow Russia. He’s Dad, eaten by bear. He’s brothers, all eaten by bear.

When I go to Carlingford, I want build wall. Granddaddy build wall, he did well. I want to build wall. I will place the stone on top of mixture. Then I will put butis stone on top of stones.

But now I need to go, Dad is calling me.