During summer vacation my family moved to Fresno and I was so excited because there were a lot of kids playing outside. I went to a game that people were playing and they called it, kick the can. I went up to the person who picked the teams and asked if I could play but he said "you can't play because your to chubby". I felt so sad because nobody has ever told me that so I went back to my parents.
After that day I wasn't able to play kick the can until there was a new family moving in and a kid about my age. I walked up to him and asked if we could be friends because I didn't have many here. He said "sure", after I heard him say yes I was really happy and excited. He invited me to play kick the can and then I said I can't.
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So I walked away but Francisco said if he can't play I wont either. So Carlos walked up to him and said Miguelito wont play.
Carlos was mad at Francisco because of me and I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't. Francisco yelled by saying alright then if Miguelito doesn't play I wont either. Then we left somewhere else even his brothers and sisters went with us to go away from Carlos. Carlos kept on staring at us and he said fine Miguelito can play. We all ran with joy to go play kick the can. I can't believe it, its going to be my first game of kick the can. I was really exited to play.
After that day I wanted to do something good for someone because it could encourage kids to do it. I went to school one day I was playing I was playing basketball with my friends. This one kid wanted to play but the picker of the game didn't let him. I said to him "if he can't play I won't either" and then I left with the kid to go play another game with me. We had so much fun that the kid who didn't let him play wanted to play with us. I want to keep on encouraging kids to do nice things for other
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I'm an established freelance writer based in San Diego covering environmental issues in the Southland and beyond. Although it's hard for me to
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not want him to move to Pocatello. I didn’t want him to take away my stepmom, my brother Zander, and my sister Kyrie. I didn’t want him to take my family from me, I was really close with my stepmom we did things together all of the time and I was Zander and Kyrie’s nanny so I was really close to them they felt like my children, I am the one who started their potty training and worked hardest at it, I am the one who was able to get them into bed at night and I bought them things all the time, took them places and cooked meals and treats for them. I was with them most of the time and I was their favorite sibling, they told me all of the time. Then the next Sunday when I went to my dad’s house it was no longer a question, even though he knew how badly I wanted them to stay because I didn’t want to lose some of the few people that I was close too, he said that they were moving to Pocatello and he accepted the job in Idaho Falls.
I took off running, “LOOK AT THAT!” said Josh. “GO!” “GO!” “GO!”, I said to myself and I could see the pitcher throwing the ball to first base, I took
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Cielo said “I know I brought this Tostitos that you like a loot” I grab the chips if they were super important to me “Thanks for the Tostitos how do you know that I like Tostitos?” I said “Don’t you remember?You told me yesterday” Cielo added “Oh yeah I remember that I said if you can bring me Tostitos yesterday” I admitted, “Let’s go already inside before the carnival close, did you buy already the tickets?” Cielo asked “Yes i already bought