It shows a sad frosting face on a helpless porcelain plate. The Lone Ranger of our society experienced the madness. Nutmeg was his name. He was in the World Trade Center on 9/11. The footage still plays in ginger living rooms every year; regular screenings are done for adults. The fire burns the TV like it was yesterday. Nutmeg was the Jeanette Walls of our society; he grew up in a rough neighborhood, but turned his life around by moving away and writing a memoir. Growing up in casinos, Nutmeg never had a normal childhood. That was the magical part about him; he was never known for profiling gingerbread people. He saw uniqueness in all of us. Some were devastated by Nutmeg's loss, while others might say that it was his time, being four-years-old and all. However, his memory will live on, not only in the videotape that plays yearly to remind us of the horrors, but in our hearts, where his kindness will be replayed forever. That's the thing I think humans have trouble understanding, that there is always more to the story behind the screen.
Gingerly,
Gingy
Wow, you incorporated the words very well into the paragraph.
ReplyDeleteHi Emily!Very clever way of making the paragraph! To me, your story is sad and funny at the same time...
ReplyDeleteNice job incorporating the words into a story about Nutmeg and 9/11. I like how you made it seem like 4 years is a long life, too. PS great job in the musical!
ReplyDeleteI loved the way you used the puzzle words in your paragraph! I feel very sorry for Gingy, the same way I felt sorry for the person who wrote about the tragedy in "Videotapes". You did a very good job in constructing a blog from the worlds and the writing excersizes we did in class!
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