The Smashed and Crashed Cart

A Roman aqueduct in Nerja, Spain.

By Gabe
November 12, 2018

Daniel was ecstatically excited when he constructed a cart with lumber. He had been working on the fantastically, fabulous, and fun cart, not by himself, but with his dad. Daniel’s mom, who thought her son would hurt himself with sharp tools, was worried. His father had planned to use the device for farming, and he was going to teach Daniel some carpentry. At the farm, the old one had been stolen by a greedy thief. The boy knew he had fashioned a stunning cart and he was proud.

Daniel didn’t use the wonderful machine for farming, but he slyly snuck it for his own amusement. Daniel had tried to explain to his dad that the cart, which was supposed to be used just for work, could also be used for play. Above the aqueducts, Daniel’s friends dared him to descend down, so he dashed toward the city. Although his father was busy, he had to stop to look for Daniel, and noticed he and the cart had vanished. His dad asked Daniel’s pals where he was and they told him he had flown on the steep waterway. Down below, Daniel felt guilty that he had disobeyed and wished he had kept the cool cart at the farm.

In the city square, Daniel powerfully crashed. His parents suspiciously rushed to the town square. They saw that their son was not injured. His mom knew she should not have let him build the cart. While everyone was relieved that Daniel wasn’t hurt, they were still irate. “I will promise, Mom and Dad, that I will listen to you in the future. I am sorry that I scared you,” explained the repentant boy. “I am glad that you’re fine, but you will still have a punishment,” they replied. Daniel was sad, although he understood the valuable lesson his parents were about to teach him. His mom, who sent the cart flying into pieces, destroyed and smashed it with hesitation but relief.

Thankfulness

Here I am with Granny and my brothers going to a wedding.

By Houston
February 18, 2019

Happiness. Blessings from God. Be thankful for them. Wisely, Jesus instructed us to have grateful hearts. In Psalm 107:1, it reads, “Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good. His love endureth forever.” I’m profoundly thankful for my thoughtful Granny, who loves me and treats me well. While I think she’s the best, I’m also appreciative of Blindensburg, where I’m able to explore and build. 

I am extremely thankful for my caring Granny. She visits as much as she can and thoughtfully brings with her treats, Chik-fil-A, and presents. She also helps around the house and plays cards with us. Granny has the best stories. At her house, I remember her telling one of my favorite tales: The Sallbank Booger! She claims this monster lives up by the creek and will snatch us if we’re not careful. Sadly, I don’t get to see her all the time, but when I do, I always have an incredible experience. When I travel to see Granny in the mountains, I adventure deep into the woods, which are magnificent. The creek rushes and glistens, and the bright green leaves on the trees drip with the mountain dew. She also drives me to the gem mine where one can collect copper and all other sorts of stones. Supporting and encouraging me, Granny fills me with joy. Other grandparents might not love their grandchildren or be close with them, or may be dead. But I know my Granny loves me and for this I’m grateful.

I’m also immensely thankful for my amazing backyard woods. One day, my brother Gabriel was rapidly rapping a wretched tree when and a  jagged piece of wood flung off onto the ground. Gabe stated that the wood “blended” into the trees, so we started to construct a fort and named the forested town “Blindensburg.” Over time, our small city morphed into an enormous empire. A series of dirt roads lead to my friend’s house and all around the territory. A myriad of flags are displayed around the paths, including the North Carolina Flag and the Gadsden Flag. The symbols, which are nailed to massive fences, are majestic. However, we let Confederate Battle Flag billow in the breeze. Voting for new politicians each year, my friends and I each play a role in running our incorrupt civilization. After hunting the depths of forest, I come inside sore and exhausted. When it rains and I can’t tend to Blindensburg, I even become a tad sad. Freely, I can be a boy, scream, and be wild while working in the woods. Having a natural, wide-open space in which to play, build, and adventure makes me overwhelmingly happy.

Fortunately, Granny supports me in all that I do. While Blindensburg is a site where I can be wild, my helpful and totally hilarious Granny loves me. My woods are amazing, massive, and filled with freedom, flags, and friends. I’m grateful for Granny, who obviously cares for me. I’m also blessed that my backyard woods are a spot of childhood adventure. In life, these are the things that make me happy and thankful.