Thursday, December 20, 2007

Charlotte and I- by Leah Kochendoerfer

Dear Charlotte,

Do you remember how much fun we used to have before you moved to Germany? It hasn’t been the same since you left.

From,
Leah

Dear Leah,
I really had a lot of fun playing with you. I’m glad I visited you.

From,
Charlotte

The last time I saw Charlotte was when I went to Germany in July. Before she came I was playing in my grandma’s garden that has flowers that fill her garden with happiness. Suddenly, I heard some voices that my body knew. I thought quick, and then I knew it was Charlotte’s voice and her little sister’s voice. I told my mom and dad and then I ran to the door and I opened it. Charlotte and her family were there. I was so glad to see Charlotte.

I took her upstairs, then I showed her where I sleep at my grandma’s house, which is the bed that my dad’s brother slept in when he was little. Then, I showed her some stairs that lead up to the roof that my grandma has. We went up, and I showed her around.

First, we played with the Barbies that my dad and his siblings had played with when they were little. Charlotte had brought a horseback-riding Barbie that had no horse. She only had horseback-riding clothes and a hat. We pretended that the Barbie I had was a painter. We were lucky because there was a painter’s hat that was red. We played and played, which was really fun.

Next, we pretended that the Barbies were sleeping in a house that was really a barn (except we took out the animals and we got a piece of cloth to put on the barn so the Barbies could sleep in darkness). The Barbies shared a room. When morning came for the Barbies, Charlotte’s went horseback riding while mine painted a picture of a rabbit. Then we wanted to play something else.

I met Charlotte five years ago. Last June, Charlotte and her family moved to Germany. When she left America, I was very sad because I had a very good friendship with her. She was a kind and considerate girl. She is one of my best friends. Even though it was sad when she left, it’s not that sad because every two years I go see my relatives that live in Germany and that means I can see her.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Leah-

eine wunderschoene Geschichte ueber den Besuch von Charlotte bei Oma. Deine Beschreibung von Omas Garten fand ich besonders ausdrucksvoll.

Alles Liebe, Vati