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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mr. McGuire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922744477241266679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPiRkVGOQL4/SCR4Mf9V7AI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OoacplJaRsc/S220/avatar.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-627790073539004065</id><published>2012-01-06T13:29:13.258-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:29:13.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time when every thing went right that I will n...</title><content type='html'>The time when every thing went right that I will never forget is the time when I got my first deer. It was a six point. I was walking with my dad to get to our spot ,and we got sat down. It was cold the wind was blowing in my face. I heard something ,and then dad said look there was a deer dad shot ,and hit it in the leg it jumped ,and ran ,and stopped then I shot ,and hit it in the spine and it dropped ,and made a weird grunt ,and then I shot it in the neck.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/627790073539004065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/627790073539004065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325874553258#c627790073539004065' title=''/><author><name>Austin p.</name><uri>http://austinshideout.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-7674376419001433387</id><published>2012-01-05T13:49:26.752-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:49:26.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time when every thing went right that I will n...</title><content type='html'>The time when every thing went right that I will never forget is the time when I got my first deer. It was a six point. I was walking with my dad to get to our spot and we got sat down. It was cold the wind was blowing in my face. I heard something and then dad said look there was a deer dad shot and hit it in the leg it jumped and ran and stopped then I shot and hit it in the spine and it dropped and made a weird grunt and then I shot it in the neck.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7674376419001433387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7674376419001433387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789366752#c7674376419001433387' title=''/><author><name>Austin p.</name><uri>http://austinshideout.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-6262536480586484534</id><published>2012-01-05T13:48:38.614-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:48:38.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time that everything went right for me was a f...</title><content type='html'>The time that everything went right for me was a football game against Circleville. It was first down they had the ball we where up by one touchdown the score was 30 to 24 they where on our one yard line and they needed a touchdown to win. There was only seconds to go. They gained a little bit each time. It was forth and inches my Dad was the defensive coach he put the best people up on the line Hunter and I where in the middle Keifer and Tristan where behind us and Jordan was shooting the right side gap. When the ball was snapped we pushed their line back and crushed the runner it was the best feeling in my life. After the game my Mom toled me that the game was louder than a high school game.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6262536480586484534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6262536480586484534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789318614#c6262536480586484534' title=''/><author><name>Seth T.</name><uri>http://setht22.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-6051275512092682422</id><published>2012-01-05T13:48:01.343-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:48:01.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One time I was racing my dirt bike and I came in f...</title><content type='html'>One time I was racing my dirt bike and I came in first place my dad said he was proud of me. And I was proud of my self. Every time I go racing my dad says have fun out there and smoke them. When I came in first it was the best thing that ever happened to me on a dirt bike. I love when I get up on the podium it is awesome.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6051275512092682422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6051275512092682422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789281343#c6051275512092682422' title=''/><author><name>Eli C.</name><uri>http://elisgaragesale.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-4818845307521405459</id><published>2012-01-05T13:47:28.686-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:47:28.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day everything went right for me is when we wh...</title><content type='html'>The day everything went right for me is when we where have a party for some reason and I was in the pool with all my friends. Then my mom came out and she told us to come in and eat. We all went in and we had hamburgers and hot dogs and we walked in and all of my friends where happy and I ask them why they where happy. My sister came up and she was happy and I ask her she said no reason. I ask my mom why everybody was happy and she said because there is some happy news. Then I went back out to the pool with my friends and there was this strange looking car and it pulled up in the driveway and this guy got out and he had something big in his hand and it was covered up. I got out of the pool and told my mom that some guy was here and so she ran out side and told me to go up in my room for fifteen minutes. I went up stairs and came back down and they where all standing around talking and i said what are you doing and they all looked at me and said we have a surprise for you. So I got so happy that i just about passed out so my sister came out of the bathroom and she told me to close my eyes and turn around and open my arms. I opened my arms and my sister put something in my arms and she said open your eyes now and I got a new puppy.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/4818845307521405459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/4818845307521405459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789248686#c4818845307521405459' title=''/><author><name>April H.</name><uri>http://seekingapril.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1502007976'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1636777902601120946</id><published>2012-01-05T13:46:23.072-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:46:23.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week I was at my cousin’s house they had thes...</title><content type='html'>Last week I was at my cousin’s house they had these two dogs chained up out back, their names were, Pup and Redmen. I asked if I could go back and my little cousin said  ” They will jump up on you and Redmen might bite you.” But I went back there. And my little cousin came with me. She was amazed that neither one of the dogs jumped up on me or tried to bite me. Then when Ashleigh came out I showed her and she asked me how I made them not bite or jump up on me. And I told her ” You have to be gentle with them and let them know that you are not going to hurt them.”</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/1636777902601120946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/1636777902601120946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789183072#c1636777902601120946' title=''/><author><name>Kyra N.</name><uri>http://kyrasworldwidenews.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1858143135'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1771734385709324456</id><published>2012-01-05T13:45:55.501-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:45:55.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was about two years ago and we was playing Circ...</title><content type='html'>It was about two years ago and we was playing Circleville. There was one minute on the clock and Circleville had the ball. They were on the one yard line and we had to hold them. They were about to run their last play when the clock buzzed I was so happy. If we lost we wouldn&amp;#39;t make it to the championship game.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/1771734385709324456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/1771734385709324456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789155501#c1771734385709324456' title=''/><author><name>Tristan U.</name><uri>http://tristanstide.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-791935667197863935</id><published>2012-01-05T13:45:39.597-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:45:39.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time I had a perfect moment was when my brothe...</title><content type='html'>The time I had a perfect moment was when my brother and I were wrestling on the trampoline and I was being tossed around like a sack of potatoes. One time he actually picked me up and power slammed on the mat. He tried to pick me up and go again but I got tired of be tossed around like a skeleton so I started to pull on his head and as soon as  I did he fell to the ground and I broke free. Shortly after that he  back to his feet and I dropped kicked him in his  side and he went souring off the trampoline. and he said he gave up and I was the victor.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/791935667197863935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/791935667197863935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789139597#c791935667197863935' title=''/><author><name>Kolton A.</name><uri>http://koltonshiddencave.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-8249199933199967357</id><published>2012-01-05T13:45:12.393-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:45:12.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time when things went right was when my cousin...</title><content type='html'>The time when things went right was when my cousin Landen was born. Uncle Jason called us and he sayed while crying of happiness &amp;quot;come to the hospital it is time. Mistee is about to have the baby!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to the hospital. There Grandpa Sam was at the door to the room. Grandpa said &amp;quot;That you need to be quite. Landen just woke up.&amp;quot; Aunt Mistee asked me if I wanted to hold him.so she could rest. I got to hold Landen. He looked just like a baby angel.He was too cute. Landen looked at me an smiled and then he held my finger with his litttle hands.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/8249199933199967357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/8249199933199967357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789112393#c8249199933199967357' title=''/><author><name>Lainey P.</name><uri>http://parkersnews.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1858143135'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-7141635096399472014</id><published>2012-01-05T13:44:31.854-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:44:31.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have had some moments like what Dan Gutman said....</title><content type='html'>I have had some moments like what Dan Gutman said. But there is one that really stands out. I had a football game against Circleville and if we won this game we would go to the championship. It was a tough game all the way. We were trying so hard not to let them score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was nearing the end and it was now dark out. We were up by six. Circleville had the ball and got a big run and they get down to the one yard line. The clock was down to seconds when they ran their last play. The clock ran out and we tackled the running back before he gets to the end zone. We won!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7141635096399472014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7141635096399472014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789071854#c7141635096399472014' title=''/><author><name>Keifer M.</name><uri>http://keifersworkshop.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1502007976'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-6342399920136070372</id><published>2012-01-05T13:44:14.408-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:44:14.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time I beat my brother Levi at Black-ops he di...</title><content type='html'>The time I beat my brother Levi at Black-ops he didn&amp;#39;t get a point at all it was fun because I won and he lost. Ever since we got the game he only won once, but when he won it was a very close game!  It was still fun. Levi doesn&amp;#39;t play against me anymore.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6342399920136070372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6342399920136070372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325789054408#c6342399920136070372' title=''/><author><name>Mason S.</name><uri>http://masonm22.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1858143135'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-2109532236032675233</id><published>2012-01-05T13:41:44.853-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:41:44.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest moment in my life was when I was on t...</title><content type='html'>The greatest moment in my life was when I was on the Chillicothe Soccer team. We were two points behind and I had the ball, so I started to go to the other side. I passed it to my teammate on my right, he got it and was going for a goal but he was being blocked by two other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed it to me and I instantly knew what to do. I went up a little bit further and kicked the ball. It went about 20 feet and it went right through the goalies legs. It was the best game ever!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/2109532236032675233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/2109532236032675233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788904853#c2109532236032675233' title=''/><author><name>Caleb W.</name><uri>http://calebw222.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-7980317667081023127</id><published>2012-01-05T13:41:28.923-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:41:28.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the last 1:00 left in the the fourth quarte...</title><content type='html'>It was the last 1:00 left in the the fourth quarter. I was the quarterback and we all was ready for it to end then I throw a touchdown pass in the back of the in zone they all went up the ball  and touchdown for us. We need this so our defense to do this and they got a fumble.Then I chucked the ball up for a touchdown. We win smacking pads and Helmets after the game.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7980317667081023127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7980317667081023127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788888923#c7980317667081023127' title=''/><author><name>Cory T.</name><uri>http://corysracingshop.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1502007976'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-6893061666651019485</id><published>2012-01-05T13:41:22.909-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:41:22.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time when things went right was when my cousin...</title><content type='html'>The time when things went right was when my cousin Landen was born. Uncle Jason called us and he sayed while crying of happiness &amp;quot;come to the hospital it is time. Mistee is about to have the baby.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to the hospital. There Grandpa sam was at the door to the room. Grandpa said &amp;quot;That you need to be quite. Landen just woke up&amp;quot; Aunt mistee asked me if I wanted to hold him. I got to hold Landen. He looked just like a baby angel.He was too cute. Landen looked at me an smiled and then he held my finger with his litttle hand.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6893061666651019485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6893061666651019485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788882909#c6893061666651019485' title=''/><author><name>Lainey P.</name><uri>http://parkersnews.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1502007976'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-676287544921600854</id><published>2012-01-05T13:39:51.382-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:39:51.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week I was at my cousins house they had these...</title><content type='html'>Last week I was at my cousins house they had these two dogs chained up out back, their names were, Pup and Redmen. I asked if I could go back and my little cousin said  &amp;#39;&amp;#39; They will jump up on you and Redmen might bite you.&amp;#39;&amp;#39; But I went back there. And my little cousin came with me. She was amazed that neither one of the dogs jumped up on me or tryed to bite me. Then when Ashleigh came out I showed her and she asked me how I made them not bite or jump up on me. And I told her &amp;#39;&amp;#39; You have to be jentle with them and let them know that you are not going to hurt them.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/676287544921600854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/676287544921600854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788791382#c676287544921600854' title=''/><author><name>Kyra N.</name><uri>http://kyrasworldwidenews.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1858143135'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-7167072611849663627</id><published>2012-01-05T13:37:41.077-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:37:41.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My four touchdowns in one game it was this season ...</title><content type='html'>My four touchdowns in one game it was this season for Logan Elm and it was against Liberty Union and we were running the same play they snapped the ball to me it was a wildcat and Tristan had a good block to the outside for the first touchdown. It was the first game of the real season and it was one of the first plays we ran in the game. we were excited the first time we scored on it and then we ran it three more times and I scored three more touchdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won that game fifty six to fourteen and we were very happy that we won by that much and we tried to do a pass out of that play and it worked I threw it for twenty to twenty five yards and we were happy about winning that game.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7167072611849663627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7167072611849663627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788661077#c7167072611849663627' title=''/><author><name>Jaden H.</name><uri>http://jumpmanjaden.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-8575050055381811911</id><published>2012-01-05T13:37:34.927-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:37:34.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One time I was racing my dirt bike and I came in f...</title><content type='html'>One time I was racing my dirt bike and I came in first place my dad said he was proud me and I was proud of my self. every time I go racing my dad says have fun out there and smoke them. when I came in first it was the best thing that ever happened to me on a dirt bike. I love when I get up on the podium it is awesome.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/8575050055381811911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/8575050055381811911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788654927#c8575050055381811911' title=''/><author><name>Eli C.</name><uri>http://elisgaragesale.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1502007976'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-6979962456586986860</id><published>2012-01-05T13:37:29.100-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:37:29.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A time when everything went right for me was when ...</title><content type='html'>A time when everything went right for me was when I was at school in Mr. McGuire&amp;#39;s room and he told us he picked two people in the classroom to be in the laurelville Links. What was going on in my mind was &amp;quot; Molly and some other great writer would win&amp;quot;( I&amp;#39;ve read molly&amp;#39;s blog before and she writes really great stuff so I just guessed she would win),but when Mr. McGuire said my name I was so surprised that he picked me. Out of all the kids in the classroom he picked Molly and I. I am thankful and shocked Mr. McGuire picked me. It was an AMAZING day for me that I will never forget!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6979962456586986860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/6979962456586986860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788649100#c6979962456586986860' title=''/><author><name>Trinity W.</name><uri>http://trinityw22.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1257148309286760547</id><published>2012-01-05T13:36:12.130-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:36:12.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One time that was great for me. When I go hunting ...</title><content type='html'>One time that was great for me. When I go hunting I see a lot of deer but they are so far away. I can never get a shot on one of then it really suck because I am siting there and wishing that I will get one. But when they start getting closer I pule up my gun getting ready to shot the deer walks away I was so made.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/1257148309286760547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/1257148309286760547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788572130#c1257148309286760547' title=''/><author><name>Mark M.</name><uri>http://markm22.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1502007976'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-413665716265782807</id><published>2012-01-05T13:36:07.436-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:36:07.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One time that was really great for me was when I g...</title><content type='html'>One time that was really great for me was when I got my test scores for the OAA. It was 2011 and it was summer. My mom was at work and the babysitter was watching us. It seemed like a normal day like any other summer day except it was my birthday. July 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mom came home and gave me a early party gift. Then she pulled out my test scores and her eyes got big and said Matthew your a genius! Then I said why what did I get? I looked at my test scores and I saw that I got above state average in every test! I was so happy it must have been luck because it was my birthday. That was my great moment.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/413665716265782807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/413665716265782807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788567436#c413665716265782807' title=''/><author><name>Matt P.</name><uri>http://matthewp22.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1858143135'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-5453527472054766874</id><published>2012-01-05T13:36:00.622-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:36:00.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best things that happened to me was las...</title><content type='html'>One of the best things that happened to me was last year in P.E. We were playing kickball and it was my turn to kick, so (as usually) I wanted to kick it as hard as I could. Finally the pitch came and I kicked the ball and the next thing I knew, as I was watching the ball and running the bases, down, down, down it went right into the basketball hoop making a big, &amp;quot;Swoosh&amp;quot; sound! I remember looking at everybody&amp;#39;s faces that moment and seeing their shocked faces! Every single person in there had wide eyes and mouths that looked like big O&amp;#39;s, even Mr. Congrove was shocked because I don&amp;#39;t think he had seen that happen before! I will remember that moment for the rest of my life!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/5453527472054766874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/5453527472054766874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788560622#c5453527472054766874' title=''/><author><name>Molly C.</name><uri>http://mollyc22.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1858143135'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-2912404972381244877</id><published>2012-01-05T13:30:36.910-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:30:36.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My four touchdowns in one game it was this season ...</title><content type='html'>My four touchdowns in one game it was this season for Logan elm and it was against Liberty union and we were running the same play they snapped the ball to me it was a wildcat and Tristan had a good block to the outside for the first touchdown. It was the first game of the real season and it was one of the first plays we ran in the game and we were excited the first time we scored on it and then we ran it three more times and I scored three more touchdowns. We won that game fifty six to fourteen and we were very happy that we won by that much and we tried to do a pass out of that play and it worked I threw it for twenty to twenty five yards and we were happy about winning that game.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/2912404972381244877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/2912404972381244877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325788236910#c2912404972381244877' title=''/><author><name>Jaden H.</name><uri>http://jumpmanjaden.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-4398573101293345478</id><published>2012-01-05T11:30:42.974-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:30:42.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The time when everything went right for me and I&amp;#...</title><content type='html'>The time when everything went right for me and I&amp;#39;ll never forget is when I shot my very first buck. Its was muzzle loader season and my dad and I went to his property and we walked about an hour in the middle of the dark to get to this spot where dad has been seeing deer walk through and I set right beside dad and we sat all day in the snow I wasn&amp;#39;t cold but I was saying that to get dad to take me home and he said no. I waited forever when dad said &amp;quot;Brylee get your gun on the gun stand&amp;quot; and when I did a big deer walked out only it&amp;#39;s body was big I didn&amp;#39;t see any antlers at the time and the deer walked at least twenty to thirty yards and dad said stand still and and stay steady so I tried to and I succeeded because the deer didn&amp;#39;t see me and it turned broad side. My dad was shaking and he finally said &amp;quot;  Brylee shoot right behind the shoulder&amp;quot; when I shot smoke was everywhere and the deer walked ten feet out of the smoke and stopped and started looking directly at me, dad and I watched him fall over then we got excited and started hugging each other and when we got to the deer it had one set of antlers he was a half rack with five points. We was so excited when I got to the house for pictures everyone was so happy for me.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/4398573101293345478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/4398573101293345478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325781042974#c4398573101293345478' title=''/><author><name>Brylee S.</name><uri>http://bryleeshideout.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1858143135'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-7823365209294825833</id><published>2012-01-05T11:30:11.406-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:30:11.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I do too! It was a great time</title><content type='html'>I do too! It was a great time</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7823365209294825833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/7823365209294825833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325781011406#c7823365209294825833' title=''/><author><name>Ryand D.</name><uri>http://ryansrockinrollercoaster.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-883445606'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-2434848097463882394</id><published>2012-01-05T11:29:28.920-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:29:28.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;#39;ve had a lot of great moments. But the one t...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve had a lot of great moments. But the one that I liked the most was when I was playing softball. My coach put me into pitch because the other team started catching up with us. So you know, my coach is telling me I can do it, strike them out, and all this other stuff to get me pitching good. To be honest with you, none of that helped. It just made me even more nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got out to the mound, so nervous, I just stood there. My coach and team mates are cheering me on. The next thing I knew I had struck the girl out. Then another girl, and another. I had struck three girls out in a row! My team and coach was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We batted, got a few runs. But we were only winning by a few. Coach put me back into pitch. I pitched the first ball. Strike 1! Strike 2! Strike 3! I struck the girl out! I was so excited. Then the next girl came. Strike 1! Strike 2! Strike 3! I struck her out too. But then the next girl came up to bat. Oh, I was so nervous. She was a great hitter and I didn&amp;#39;t think I could strike her out. But I had all these people cheering me on, it gave me a little confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I threw the ball. Strike 1! Strike 2! Ahhh, I was so nervous for that third ball. But I just threw it. She swung BUT she missed!We won the game! My whole team came around and crowded me. They were so happy for me! They said I had won the game for them, but it was the whole team. I was just in complete shock. I&amp;#39;ve never done that before and the coach rarely puts me into pitch, so that made my coach so proud. It was just an awesome moment. It was my chance to shine.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/2434848097463882394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/1652739478644685584/comments/default/2434848097463882394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html?showComment=1325780968920#c2434848097463882394' title=''/><author><name>Lexi E.</name><uri>http://luckeylexi.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.thereadingworkshop.com/2012/01/when-i-was-star.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684639278116003661.post-1652739478644685584' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684639278116003661/posts/default/1652739478644685584' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1858143135'/></entry></feed>
