Wednesday, January 19, 2011

My Favorite Bug

My favorite bug is a Butterfly. I like this bug because its pretty. The following words describe this bug: It has four wings. If I could have this bug as a pet, I would name it Pretty Shiny.

By Elijah Boyd May 2010

My Day with Pablo the Porcupine

Pablo came to get a Haircut with me. It was fun!!!! He played with my Brothers, went running, and played XBOX. He went to my uncles house and cousins house! It was fun!!!

By Elijah Boyd 1-31-10

Favorite Color


My favorite color is Gold. This is when I went camping.

By Elijah Boyd September 2009

What the Burton ARMOR means to Me

What the Burton Armor means to Me

The Burton ARMOR means to me that to walk on the black top. To not hit other Burton Dragons. Not stay out at recess when the bell rings. Don't yell at Burton Dragons. Now you know what the Burton Armor means to me.

By Elijah Boyd December 2010

Monday, January 17, 2011

A Mother's Love

Mary tell me why is a mothers' love not good enough?

The love that will protect you until there is one who will love and protect you more than I.

Mary tell me why you have to search for a person who will tell you how beautiful, wonderful, and great you are. Do you not know that those words are so miss used? They are thrown around with a smile, a hug, and a touch.

Love takes time... It grows not with just the word love, it takes service, devotion, romance, and total honesty.

Mary tell me why my heart aches? Tell me why and then maybe I may rest.


This was a note from my mother, Nancy Livingston. It was given to me sometime between 1996 and 2002. It was so sweet. I was always boy crazy ever since I was young. My dearest mother was just overwhelmed with it at some point. Thanks mom for watching out for me and taking care of me. I love you. ~Mary

TO: DAD

Dear Dad, I feel like hurting Jenny, Tracey, and Sarah realy bad because I went outside to watch Tracey and Sarah. They were playing with stiks so I went over and told them to stopplaying with the stiks. They kept on playing with them so I took the stiks away. Then Jenny came from the back yard and she started saying RUN RUN, DON'T LET HER GET YOU! I put them on the steps and they ran inside. I came in and I said TIME TO PLAY INSIDE so they started crying and Tracey got on the floor. I tried to get her up and Mom and Jenny started yelling at me so Mom sent me to my room because she thought I was hurting her. That's why.

Love,

Mary Livingston 11 years old 1993

Thanks for the Bikeride

Dear Mary,

I <3 U, very much. Thank you for going on a bikeride with me.

Love
Patty
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