Let me tell you a story of a little boy…
There was once a little boy that was bored! A little boy that was bored because his brothers were at school. He was all alone.
The little boy complained about being bored. The little boy complained about being bored so much that his mother sent him outside to play. She said, "Go outside and play. Make something. Build something. Do something. Run. Be Free. Use Your Imagination."
There was once a little boy that was bored! A little boy that was bored because his brothers were at school. He was all alone.
The little boy complained about being bored. The little boy complained about being bored so much that his mother sent him outside to play. She said, "Go outside and play. Make something. Build something. Do something. Run. Be Free. Use Your Imagination."
The little boy went outside to play. He made something. He made snowballs. He made lots of snowballs. He used his imagination. He did something. He played. He made snowballs. He made more snowballs.
The little boy was not bored but he grew tired of making snowballs. The little boy waited for his brothers to come home from school. He waited and waited and waited. He was not bored. Then the little boy thought that he would use his snowballs to attack his brothers. It would be an ambush. He was a general. He was a little green army man. He used his imagination. He did something. He played. He made something. He made snowballs. He made more snowballs. He waited. He was not bored. He was a general marching in the snow with fresh snowballs, ready to attack the enemy. Imagine That!
He waited and waited and waited some more! UNTIL…….
The little boy was not bored but he grew tired of making snowballs. The little boy waited for his brothers to come home from school. He waited and waited and waited. He was not bored. Then the little boy thought that he would use his snowballs to attack his brothers. It would be an ambush. He was a general. He was a little green army man. He used his imagination. He did something. He played. He made something. He made snowballs. He made more snowballs. He waited. He was not bored. He was a general marching in the snow with fresh snowballs, ready to attack the enemy. Imagine That!
He waited and waited and waited some more! UNTIL…….
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…his brothers came home from school. He attacked. They ran. He ran. And they all smiled.
The broken scattered snowballs began to melt, just like the little boy's memory; he never remembered being bored! The end.
The broken scattered snowballs began to melt, just like the little boy's memory; he never remembered being bored! The end.
Hope you enjoyed the story! Until next time, don't let your memories melt, snap some pictures! Thanks for stopping by!
Peace ~
johnna brooke
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