I love reading fifth grade writing.
I recently taught a biography writing workshop with fifth graders.
They did an amazing job.
Check out some excerpts from one of them (and they were ALL amazing):
A crisp, cold wind whistled through the treetops on February 19, 1928, and sailed past a little yellow bungalow, only stopping to hear the joyful sighs of a proud mother and father cooing over their little girl.
Children raced along the small sidewalks of the tiny town of __, Kansas, to the few shops in the center of town. Dogs strolled through green lawns and a light frost covered windowpanes, but Mary __ was too young to enjoy it. Her little fingers were closing into little fists, and then opening, as she looked in wonder.
Are you wowed yet? Just wait till you read the ending:
Now living in __, Connecticut, if you stop by to listen, you might hear the crisp pages of a new cookbook turning, the microwave running, or something boiling on the stove.
If you stop a minute to smell, you might smell the aroma of spices or maybe something baking in the oven.
If you stop to peer in through the window, you might see bottles and jars out, pots on the stove, or baking sheets going into the oven.
And sometimes, you might see her lying on the couch, remembering all the fun times she had traveling before.
If you ask her what her greatest accomplishment was, she would tell you it was raising four wonderful kids.
On rainy days, she might be finding a new use for something old.
You might see her watching T.V. or reading the newspaper, or maybe trying to find out more about her Grandpa L.
I could use many words to define her: thrifty, hard-working, loving, caring, funny, helpful, a loving mother, a loyal wife, and many more, but the best thing to say is that she is a wondrous woman.
FIFTH GRADE, PEOPLE!