Thursday, February 21, 2008

The Train Engine By: Evan

One Christmas morning, a boy got up to see what Santa left him. He opened up one present, then another, but the best present of all was a train engine. It had opening doors and windows, crew men, and sound. It was remote control. First, the boy drove the train all night to Scotland. Then, he got fuel and headed back. He played with the train every day. As the boy got older, he didn't play with it as much. He tried one day to start it. It never came on. Then, he went to a train emporium to get it fixed. When he got back, he played with all of his trains. He played with them often, about every other day. Then, the boy had a kid. When his kid got older, about ten years old, he passed his trains down to his son to enjoy. All of their family loved the trains from generation to generation. The trains got taken care of until they could not move. Then, they put them in a case to always remember.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Evan! This is Eden. I like your story. It is cool. Mrs. Arthur read the story to me.

Anonymous said...

Wow Evan! What a great story! I could really make pictures in my head of what you were describing. It reminded me of special things I had when I was a child that I have passed on to my niece. Thanks for sharing your great story with me.

Anonymous said...

Hey Evan! Your story was fun to read!

Anonymous said...

Hello Evan,
I really enjoyed your story. It reminds me of some friends of mine who have trains and they enjoy them so much.

Anonymous said...

I knew how much you loved train by the books you check out in the library. Very nice story.

Evan's Mom said...

Hi Evan,
I loved your story. The first part of it sounds very familiar. I'm glad you enjoy your trains so much that you want to pass them on to the next generation. Love, Mom

Anonymous said...

Evan, you must love trains. I really enjoyed your story. It sounds like one that could be in a children's book or a movie. :)

Anonymous said...

evan i liked your story alot from austin