I'm still in the midst of a fifth grade writing workshop. They're writing biographies of a parent or grandparent. Today we worked on openings. Check out this one:
The broken windows let in a cool breeze.
If that doesn't grab ya, I don't know what would! I can't wait to see what the heck those broken windows are!
I mean, these are fifth graders, people!
Oh - and another one started out like this:
Flip, flip, flip. Jane Doe turned the pages of a book. As a child, Jane always had a book glued to her hand.