Ani completed her first Calvert 7 composition (lesson 10) today. She had to write an eyewitness account in the form of a letter to a person who wasn’t there. She was supposed to use lots of descriptive language so the person could know exactly what her chosen event was like. Ani chose to write her composition addressed to her paternal grandmother and about the hail storm we had a few months ago. Here is what she wrote (she e-mailed it to her Nan). I am very pleased with the result, especially knowing that this time last year she couldn’t write a coherent sentence let alone a paragraph or entire composition.
August 23, 2010
On the afternoon of May 14, 2010, the skies were perfectly clear and the birds were chirping happily. Cameron and I were outside working hard in the garden. It was so hot we were sweating a ton. It started to lightly rain. It felt really good because it had been so hot all day. After a little while we were called in for dinner.
Half way through dinner we heard this really loud strange banging coming from outside. It was so loud that it hurt our ears. It sounded a hundred times louder than a hammer banging on a nail. Wil got up from the table to look outside, followed by me. We looked outside and said, “Wow!” and of course all the rest of the family had to go and look outside, too.
It was hailing so hard that it dented the cars outside. The hail was tiny and wasn’t too bad. The hail was bouncing off the ground like bouncy balls on steroids. My family and I went out onto the porch and stood in the doorway so that the hail was about five inches in front of our faces. We were really crazy because we were right next to the storm.
We went and got the cameras and started to take as many pictures as we possibly could. We couldn’t look away from the hail that was falling really really hard now. Leaves and branches were falling down everywhere. All of a sudden the hail started to get bigger and bigger until it was about the size of golf balls. Some were even the size of baseballs!
It was so dark we couldn’t see the trees across the field. It had also gotten really really windy. The leaves were ripping apart and turning upside down on the branches. Wil was being pretty reckless and went out into the hail and was almost blown over.
Fritz wouldn’t come out onto the porch with the rest of us. Instead, he was on the couch inside clutching his Wii remotes and saying, “I so scared! I so scared!” He was shaking as much as the leaves outside and had turned almost as pale as the hail.
After the wild storm stopped and the wind died down we couldn’t see the garden because it was so foggy. It looked like early morning when the clouds are close to the ground. Mommie let us go out after it had stopped hailing completely.
We walked around and there was hail and standing water everywhere. The garden was flooded. There were gigantic puddles all around it. Wil and I wanted to go and jump in the puddles but they were so full of ice it would have hurt our bare feet and frozen them solid.
The hail was round and pure white. We kept some in the freezer in a baggie to show my uncle and aunt. We also cut one in half and saw it had many, many layers kind of like an onion. While we were outside, Wil and I kept slipping and sliding on the hail. It looked like there was an inch or so of frost on the ground.
We were really lucky that none of our windows were broken and our cars weren’t too badly damaged. The wild storm was so cool! I don’t want it to happen again, though.