A Childrens Story

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So I've been dusting off some old writing lately, because...well, I don't know why... Anyway! Here's a kids story I wrote about four years back. After this it will probably collect more dust, so enjoy!


HIKING WITH GRANDPA JOE


Up the mountain, past the fields, and over the trees, Grandpa Joe goes on a hike with his three favorite people in the world; little Bobby, little Sara, and Grandma Jane.

“Grandpa Joe! Grandpa Joe!” little Bobby yells. “Why is this tree white and the others are brown?”

With his hand on his chin, Grandpa Joe thinks as hard as he can.

“This tree is white because a bear painted it that color! This is his favorite tree, so he painted it white so it would stand out from the others and he could find it easily!”

With a smile on his face, Grandpa Joe continues up the mountain, over the fields, and past the trees.

“This way little Bobby. This way little Sara. I have a secret for you,” Grandma Jane says in the back.

“This tree is white because it’s a birch tree. There are dozens of trees in the forest, all different sizes, shapes, and colors. Each one is important in their own special way to help the forest grow.”

With a smile on their faces and a new understanding of the forest, little Bobby and little Sara continue up the mountain, over the fields, and past the trees to find their Grandpa Joe.

“Grandpa Joe! Grandpa Joe!” little Sara yells. “Why are those twigs wrapped together in a circle?”

With his hand on his chin, Grandpa Joe thinks as hard as he can.

“These twigs are wrapped in a circle because at night the trees come alive! They tie small branches together and play catch with them to have fun!”

With a smile on his face, Grandpa Joe continues up the mountain, over the fields, and past the trees.

“This way little Bobby. This way little Sara. I have a secret for you,” Grandma Jane says in the back.

“These small branches were tied together by a bird. It’s a bird’s nest. It’s where they live and raise their families. Just like us, animals need a home too.”

With a smile on their faces and a new understanding of the forest, little Bobby and little Sara continue up the mountain, over the fields, and past the trees to find their Grandpa Joe.

“Grandpa Joe! Grandpa Joe!” little Bobby yells. “Why is the center of that flower yellow?”

With his hand on his chin, Grandpa Joe thinks as hard as he can.

“The center of that flower is yellow because it’s wearing a mask! Flowers love to dress up and wear different clothes! Today that flower wanted to wear a yellow mask!”

With a smile on his face, Grandpa Joe continues up the mountain, over the fields, and past the trees.

“This way little Bobby. This way little Sara. I have a secret for you,” Grandma Jane says in the back.

“The center of that flower is pollen, which is the color yellow. Bees eat pollen to feed themselves and their families. Just like us, all animals need to eat their food.”

With a smile on their faces and a new understanding of the forest, little Bobby and little Sara continue up the mountain, over the fields, and past the trees to find their Grandpa Joe.

“Grandpa Joe! Grandpa Joe,” little Sara yells. “It’s getting dark out. Where does the sun disappear to?”

With his hand on his chin, Grandpa Joe thinks as hard as he can.

“The sun doesn’t disappear at all! The sun goes up high in the sky where it plays with the stars for hours and hours!”

With a smile on his face, Grandpa Joe continues up the mountain, over the fields, and past the trees.

“This way little Bobby. This way little Sara. I have a secret for you,” Grandma Jane says in the back.

“At night time the sun doesn’t disappear, it goes to a different part of the world. The world is a very big place, so big that the sun can’t be everywhere at once. It can be nighttime here and daytime somewhere else. Right now it’s getting dark out, which means somewhere someone is about to start their day, which mean it’s time for us to go home and end our day.”

With a tired smile on their faces and a new understanding of the world, little Bobby and little Sara begin to go down the mountain, over the fields, and past the trees until they’re finally home.

Grandpa Joe and Grandma Jane tuck little Bobby and little Sara in bed. The little boy and girl go to sleep and have the sweetest dreams about the forest, the world, and everything else they’ve learned that day.

Grandpa Joe sits in the next room and smiles, thinking of the next time he’ll go back up the mountain, over the fields, and past the trees with his three favorite people in the world.