By Marie Miller
The Broken Pot:
By Bella Denice LoveGold
One day I was playing around in my backyard and I found a broken pot. There was only a half of a brown pot. I tried to find the other piece or maybe lots of pieces. But I could not find any more pieces. I kept on looking and I was so excited because my dad said that it was a piece of the tractor from the farm from when he was a little kid like me today! My dad said that when he was little, he helped on his grand parents' farm. I asked him, "When did you have a farm?"