Mrs. Dingman's Class Is Thankful For... November 2002

Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on why we are thankful, not only for the things we have, but for the special people who are part of our lives. We wrote from our hearts. Share our joy, wisdom, and insight!

This page was last updated on: November 21, 2002

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Eric                                                                    November 20, 2002          My special person is my nanny. My nanny has blond hair. She wears glasses and she's funny too. She used to like to tan on a chair out on the deck in the back of my house in the summer sun. I think she likes loud things because in her car she blasts the radio so high it almost breaks the windows.          My nanny is special because she makes me smile every time I see her! She makes my day special and happy. Another reason is that she helps me. She helps me get things I can't reach. She protects me. When I was 3 she rescued me from a bear! That's why my nanny is special to me!

Alyssa                                                                November 20, 2002          I chose my grandma as my special person. She is not that old. She is very generous. She is also very, very kind. She knows a lot of people. My grandma is in her seventies. She is very pretty. She laughs a lot too. She is always very happy. She is very gentle. She is sad sometimes like when my Poppy (my grandpa) died.          My grandma is special to me because she is my only grandparent left. Another reason why she is special to me is because she is always there for me and she is always there to cheer me up when I am sad. Another reason is she is always willing to stay with us. When we are at her apartment, when my sister and I do not want to go somewhere with my mom, she says she will stay there with my sister and I. I hope you still love me grandma!

Daniel                                                                November 20, 2002          My special person is my dad. My dad has black hair. My dad is cool, funny, and handsome. My dad has sunglasses and glasses. My dad has a brown beard.          My dad is special because he takes care of me. He brings me places. He teaches me. He works so I can have good stuff, food, and a house. He loves me. He gets me clothes. He keeps me safe. You know I love you Dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Misty                                                                  November 20, 2002          My special person is my mommy. My Mommy's hair is gold and curly. She has a really nice smile. I really love her. My Mommy is really funny. She is a really hard working girl. My Mommy's work is far from where I live. My Mommy leaves to work at 6:00 in the morning! My Mommy really likes me because I really help around the house! My Mommy is really, really, really pretty to me.          I love my Mommy because she is loving and nice. I think she is special because she keeps me safe. I love her because she keeps me safe from my dad and brother! I love her because she takes care of me. She cleans my clothes. I love her so much that I can cry right now. I love my Mommy so much!

Devyn                                                                November 20, 2002          My special person is my grandmother. My grandmother had blue eyes and she had a tooth that could come in and out of her mouth. My grandmother once lost all of her hair bcause she had cancer. Then little by little her hair started to come back. She died before I got out of school. My mommy told me one day after she died. I got really sad.          My grandmother was special because she did a lot of stuff with me. She helped me with a gingerbread house. She always had something for me to do. When I had hard times with homework and math she helped me with it. When I got sick she would help take care of me. She would help me read and pick me up from school a lot. When I fell down the stairs and cut my finger open she took me right to her house to put a band-aid on my finger. I loved my grandmother!

Serena                                                              November 20, 2002          My brother is funny. My brother's favorite color is red and his hair is blond. His eyes are blue and he is five years old. His birthday is September 20th.          My brother is funny. He makes me happy when I cry. My brother is sweet when he gives me a hug. My brother is nice because he loves me. My brother is weird when he eats his dinner. My brother is good when I help watch him. But if I lost him my whole life would change.

Jacqueline                                                        November 20, 2002          My cousin is a baby. But, I love him so much. He's like a brother to me. When he giggles he has the key to open my heart. When I'm sad he's the one who makes me feel better.          His eyes are like the blue sky. His laugh is like a voice inside of me that says look at that laugh. It is like a little nursery rhyme. But anyway, my cousin is special to me because he makes my days.