Friday, November 18, 2011

Journal Entry (Receiving Bad News)

     The first time I ever received was when my grandpa died, I was seven when it happens well, I didn't get why everyone was crying. I thought my grandpa was only sleeping with a plate of banana on his belly. When I found out that he was dead, I was sad but not that much, I was too young to realize the pain everyone else had. I found out he was dead when he was buried in his childhood home's backyard in the country side.
     
     Another bad news is when my dog Binky died in a car accident. He was a puppy, I bought him in a pet shop just a few blocks away, one day though, I forgot to put a leash on him and he ran out of the house and to the pet shop but sadly you have to cross the street to get to the pet shop. He tried to cross the street but well, you get what happened next, that was the last time I saw Binky. It took me a few days to get over because I was only eight and a half but after that I asked my parents for a new puppy but they said NO!!!

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