“Although his cheeks were turning a crimson red color, Sanha got through the torture of doing four laps.”
I’d write “ I wish now adults would have told me that life isn’t easy and not everybody has crystal clear staircases. You’ll have to suffer the pain of stepping on the nails that poke through. The splinters that make you feet hurt worse. The crooked steps that make you trip. Life isn’t easy..”
*This is inspired by a Poem that I have read*
Stayed
went
sang
wrote
copied
slept
won
traveled
ran
saw
rose
acted
played
climbed
built
sent
fell
went
caught
learned
