Today I am proud to publish this wonderful story by young writer Benjamin Webb. If you are interested in reading more work by young writers, why not order a personalized copy of Dancing With The Pen II: a collection of today's youth writing here or on Amazon here.
by Benjamin Webb
The car thumped on the road surrounded in milky white snow. My dad and I were going to a school because behind it there was supposed to be a sledding hill.
Soon we arrived and my dad parked in a parking lot by what looked like a colorful playground. It was hard to see anything because of the snow falling. When I got out of the car I saw the school. It had three floors!
My dad got out my orange sled and we walked to a metal gate.
“How do we get past?” I asked. “It looks locked -- we won’t be able to go sledding!”
“Let’s try,” my dad said and pushed on the gate. Suddenly the gate swung open.
“That did the trick!” I shouted to be heard over the howling wind.
We walked for a minute and I started falling down a slope. My dad grabbed me and pulled me back up. “Be careful,” he warned.
Then I realized that it was not a small slope, it was the hill. It was bigger than our house! You could go skiing on this hill, I thought. Maybe it’s too big.
“Get in the sled,” my dad said.
I got in.
“Ready?” my dad asked.
“Ready” I said slowly. My heart was pounding as I took off down the hill. “Whoa!” I hollered, “This is better than a roller coaster!”
Uh oh, I thought. There was a bump in the hill. The sled flung over the bump and I landed in the soft snow.
“That was something,” I said finally. “I have gone sledding before, but this hill is amazing!” I got up and brushed the snow out of my mittens. Everything seemed okay.
The wind died down and it wasn’t as cold. “Wait -- how am I going to get back up?” I questioned. “Well, I think I have to climb.” I started running up the hill as my sled dragged behind me. “This isn’t too bad,” I said. “Climbing is easy.”
Then I tripped and fell down and noticed some gray concrete stairs. “That is probably easier than climbing.” I laughed and started going up the stairs.
When I got up to the top, my dad waved. I went down the hill over and over again.
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Benjamin is 9 years old and loves math, cats, animals, and video games. He has a fish named Rainbow and a cat named Misha. He also likes swimming, hiking and loves drawing.
