Author's note: I saw this piece of art by Edgar Mueller, and I remembered when I was younger when I learned about 3D art. People interpret art in different ways, and make different connections to other pieces of art, or themselves. This piece describes how I interpret this specific piece of art.   

 This piece of art is by Edgar Mueller reminded me of when I went to Meadowbrook, my old school. This is because we did 3D art on the playground on Field Day. Field Day was when we got to choose what activity we wanted to do, then for the whole day we went to the different things we chose. I love art, so when I saw 3D art on the list, I signed up right away. I was in 2nd grade at that time, so we only did little things like 3 dimensional shapes. I wasn’t the best at it, but the teacher showed us pictures of professional drawings on the street. I wanted to learn to draw that good. I saw something like this before on the street, but it was like a little crack in the ground with lava flowing out in one place. That is how this piece of art inspired me.  If you want to view other pictures of Edgar's art, click here, or "Edgar Mueller" at the top of this post.

"Families are like Fudge, Mostly Sweet with a Few Nuts"

 Author's note: I can relate to this quote, and I'm sure that other people can too. I wrote this piece to show how people can relate to it, too. 

"Families are like Fudge, Mostly Sweet with a Few Nuts"

One day I was in Girl Scouts, and we were decorating posters with our names on them, and things that describe us. I put a sticker on there that said that exact same quote on it. I can relate to this quote because my family is nice and loves spending time together, but sometimes a family member or two can act as the nuts. They still go together with the family, but they are different. I told my brother this quote once, and he didn’t like it because he knew that sometimes he wasn’t on his best behavior (I am not saying that I ALWAYS am, either, but you get the point). Sometimes fudge have a little bit of powdered sugar on top. I like to imagine that my dog is that powdered sugar. When we didn’t have her, we were just plain fudge with some nuts. But now, we have Zoey, and she completes the family. We love having her around, and so do the rest of my relatives. I am pretty sure that the person that made that quote can also relate to their families. That is how I interpret this quote.

If you Could Invent Something, What Would it be?

        I have many many ideas that could be inventions some day. My brother had an idea one day when we were eating tacos. His taco was falling apart, and he was trying to get it to stay together. He said, “I wanna invent edible tape so I can keep my taco together!” I thought about that, and it does seem like a good idea. But if I could invent something, it would be kind of like an iPod or iPad, but it was like a projection screen in front of you whenever you want (for safety reasons, it would be partially see-through). I would ask people around the world what other things they would want to be included in it, and I would try to add those things in so I could sell them to people around the world.

The Evil Zebra

Author's note: I have so many childhood memories. Some are happy, and some are just not the best times. But whatever the memory, it is worth writing about.  

I have had some happy times as a child, and some not-so happy times. One that I remember clearly is one of those that you do not want to re-live. I was at my house, and I was riding on this little zebra that had red wheels. I was riding it, and looked back at my parents and didn’t see the staircase leading to the basement ahead of me. My parents tried to stop me, but I kept on rolling. Then I started tumbling down the stairs. I went first, the zebra went second. I have fallen down the stairs multiple times, and I was kind of used to it by then. But I wasn’t expecting it that time, so I was dazed when I hit the bottom of the stairs. The Zebra didn’t hit the bottom of the stairs; it flew across the room and hit the ground with a thud. I rode that zebra many times after that incident, but now that I think of it, it is the best idea to keep your eyes on the road. And now that I think of it, I have fallen down the stairs so many times, it’s not even scary anymore!

What am I?

     I had to sit in this box for who knows how long! I just sat there, not plugged in, just waiting for someone to come and pick me up. Christmastime is a time where people buy a lot of things; that time is the last few days.  Someone picked me up and threw me into the shopping cart. After a long shopping cart trip being squished under some clothes and tons of Legos, I finally made it to the car. The car is one of the biggest danger zones if you are a newly-bought or wrapped gift. It’s hard to keep your balance while sitting in a box and rolling around the car. There were other things in the back of the car, including some heavy things that squished me while I was in the car.

    When I finally arrived at the destination where the person drove to, they put me on a bed and left me there for a few days. I sat there in complete darkness, waiting. I knew that sometime I would be out of  my box an plugged in. While I’m not plugged in, my memory is a haze. Anyways, after 3 days, someone came. I didn’t expect to be wrapped, but they wrapped the outside of my box in paper! There used to be a tiny bit of light in my box, but not then. It was complete darkness. Because I was not plugged in, I couldn’t put on my light so I could see. So I waited. For another 4 days.

    After that time period was done, I was thrown into something I can’t name because of my lack of sight. Then I heard the engine of the same car I came to the second destination with my person. Things were piled on top of me during that ride, and it was still dark. The trip lasted about 3 hours. After that I was taken out of the car, and I was put on the ground. Apparently, I was in a completely different home.

    After the second day of sitting in the spot on the ground, I heard many voices yelling. I don’t know why. Then I realized that today must be that “Christmas Day” I heard about on the radio the first time I was plugged in and tested. There was a sudden lurch as I was hurled through the air and landed it another person’s hands. A loud ripping sound from outside my box. I Saw the sudden tiny light again. A few more rips, then I hear, “An iHome! Thanks Mom and Dad!” Soon after that I was plugged in. The smaller person that had “unwrapped” me had pressed my radio button and I feel the urge to start playing Christmas songs. So the songs come on, and I watch as the other people find out what is hidden behind the paper.