Are you proud of America??

America is a country of promise. It is a country of dreams, freedom, equality, and support.  To me America is a country that is easy to be proud of.  Not only does a government “for the people and by the people” keep our country fair and equal but it gives us rights and lets us pick who controls our country. America gives us lots of rights and freedom to speak and believe what we want. Even though our country is quite young it helps every other country with war, money, and natural disasters. Because I live in America I can go to school, hang out with friends, and be a kid in a safe environment. Even though I’m proud of my country, it doesn’t mean I’m proud of all the people in it or all the decisions it makes. There definitely should be some people that should be in jail that aren’t. Even though there are those occasional criminals our country is definitely safer than every other country.  I don’t agree with all the decisions our president, leaders, and government have made but you got to remember they are human and everyone makes mistakes. Sure our country has some cons, but what country doesn’t? Our country lets kids live their dreams and live safely.  I am definitely proud of the USA.

Writing a Good Hook

Authors Note: This is my hook in short story form. It had to include an Old man named Leroy, kids in a wagon, and kids in the backround lauging,and Old man Leroy bathing in the sink.

"Rubber Ducky you’re the one, you make bath time so much fun." Old man Leroy chuckled to himself. "Why would anyone take a bath in the tub when they have a perfectly good kitchen sink. I swear people these days."Old man Leroy had been bathing in the sink since he was a little bean sprout. He grabbed his towel, and slipped into his yellow Speedo. He started the sink up and looked outside. Little Johnny from across the street had brought out his little red wagon. He had his helmet on and was pushing the wagon to the top of the hill. Before Old Man Leroy knew what was happening little Johnny had jumped in the wagon and sped down the hill. Old man Leroy ran out of his house and saw little Johnny crying on the ground. "Hahahahahahahah." the neighborhood boys were pointing and laughing.  Why were they laughing at a crying boy? Old man Leroy thought to himself. He turned around and noticed they were pointing at him. He looked down and realized , he was still wearing his speedo!!! Old man Leroy chuckled to himself. At least he was wearing something!!