While her father was deployed to the sandbox back in 2003, Rachel, who at the time was about nine years old, wrote the following class writing assignment. Her teacher actually called me to make sure I didn't miss seeing it. Our daughter may be dyslexic, but nobody can say more, with fewer words or wit, than she can. Even back then. I scanned and emailed it to her father who posted it inside his work tent.
|Dear Mother Nature...|
In case the words do not appear as clearly on your monitor as they do on mine, I just thought I'd add the transcript.
February 26, 2003
Dear Mother Nature,
With all due respect, can we
please have Spring now. Please
make the snow melt so we
may have some green grass. So we
can leave school.
I'd normally add a quote of the day, but I can't think of a single thing to add to this. (Especially since the weather report last night included the word 'snow'.)