The terrific bike lesson

I was outside riding my bike with training wheels when my dad came outside and said, “today were going to go to Bear Creek Park.” “Yay”! I said. Then he said, “to learn how to ride your bike without training wheels.” Okay”.... I said slowly. So we got ready, and drove to Bear Creek Park. We got out my bike and my dad started to take of the training wheels. I was fidgeting aruond because I was scared. Then he said, “first your going to ride on the grass so if you fall, you won’t get hurt. Oken?” “Okay” I said. So I got on my bike and started pedaling. My bike stood up for a little bit then my bike fell with me on it! “Ahhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed. Thank goodness my dad was their because he caught me. “You okay Ansel?” he said. “Yeagh, I guess” I said. After a few more falls, I could ride pretty well. “Now he said, try riding on the baseball dimoand.” “Okay,” I said. It probbaly wouldn’t hurt as much as it would on pavement. So I rode for awhile and, guess what? I didn’t fall even once! Then came the scary part, my dad told me to ride on the pavement. “Gulp.” My hands were deathly white. I started to ride, and, sure enough, I made it with out FALLING!! I felt really proud I had learned to ride my bike!

The Fire

One morning I woke up and there was a fire in my room. Oh no! I thought. It was very scary moment for me. Our safe meeting place was at the mailbox. I hoped I could get out in time. The fire was behind the door almost into my room so I closed the door. hopefully that would give me enough time to escape. First I undid the screen that was easy enough. Then I opened the windows. It was snowing. I hoped the rest of my family would be safe. Good thing I knew how to open the window. My plan was easy enough their was a little ledge under my window thank goodness. I’ve been out on the ledge before. So I hopped down and then it was about a 4 foot drop. I got down and ran up to the mailbox. Right behind me was my family. I could hear the fire engine. I hope we don’t have to get a new house!

The Secret Trapdoor

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Joseph. He was about four feet, five inches tall, and had dark brown hair.
Joseph always did everything his mom told him to do except for when it came to cleaning his room. It was about two years since he had ever cleaned his room.
It was one special autumn day when Joseph couldn’t get out of his room. There were too many toys in the way. He tried to move the toys out of the way of the door, but they just come sliding back down. Finally, he realized that he had to clean his room.
After awhile, Joseph found something metal. “Hmmmmm,” Joseph thought, “I don’t remember having a metal toy.” He tried to pull it up. He pulled as hard as he could. “...creak...” A basketball, his favorite toy, rolled down the steps that were uncovered by his opening the trapdoor. “Oh, no”, Joseph moaned, “my favorite basketball.” He stared at the steps leading down into blackness. “Hello?” he called. He heard nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his chest. He tentatively put a foot on the first step. He stood there for a few moments, waiting for something terrible to happen, but nothing did. He walked down the secret steps