Introducing Billy
Out of the mouths of babes
By Delbert Blickenstaff
I’m five and a half years old, going on six. I
don’t know how many days there are in a year, but I think a year lasts
from one
birthday to the next. Want to hear me count up to ten.
Onetwothreeforfivesixseveneightnineten.
See? I don’t think I need
to count higher
than ten cause I won’t need more than ten of anything.
Like bikes.
Where would you put ten bikes?
The garage is already full.
Or
ten boots? Or ten
baby sisters? One
of them is enough.
I
will
soon go to kindergarten. My
brother went
and he learned to stand in line and play games.
I hope they let me bring my fire engine truck
and my steam engine. I
like to play with those toys. My
brother said he was learning to read
stories. I like
stories about Goldilocks
and the three bears.
My
favorite people besides my mom and dad are grandma and grandpa. They let me stay up and
watch TV and eat
anything I want to. It
would be fun to
live with them all the time but Mom says no. I don’t like some of my
uncles
cause they always tease me. They
tell me
things that aren’t true and then laugh at me.
I
like
to go camping with my dad and sleeping in a tent.
We go swimming in a lake without any clothes
on. We can’t do
that at home. Sometimes
we make a fire and cook our
food. It sure
tastes good that way. I
love to go camping with my dad.
One
day we all went to the fair. I
had fun
riding on the big wheel with seats on it and doing some of the scary
rides. I liked some
of the animals like
pigs and chickens. But
after a while
that got boring. I
really liked the ice-cream
and pop. I wonder
if there will be
another fair.
One
thing I don’t understand is going to church.
What’s the point?
I know I’m
supposed to be nice to my brother and baby sister.
My mom and dad taught me that.
So why do we have to stand there and sing
those boring songs with words I don’t understand.
I just don’t get it.
The preacher said that Jesus died to take
away my sins. I
don’t even know what a
sin is. Oh well if
it makes mom and dad
happy I guess I’ll keep going.
I
hope
I get to be six soon because then I’ll get to ride my bike in the
street like
my brother does. He
gets to do a lot of
things that I don’t get to do. Like
staying over night with one of his friends.
Being a big brother sure sounds like a lot of
fun.
I’ll
talk to you later. Billy
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