Directions: Write a well-organized paragraph of about 200 words explaining the wonderful times you had at age 12 with your best friend.

 

Each example should have elaboration explaining/describing the event, along with a commentary about that event.

 

           

When I was 12, I had a friend (he was my best friend).  His name was Zizzy Zizzlefritz; he was 11 years old.  We had the best times together. 

 

            1. give first example of “best times.”

            2. relate a short little story that tells about “best times.”

            3. commentary about this example.

 

            4. give another example “best times.”

            5. describe this other activity.

            6. commentary about this example.

 

            7. give a third example about the “best times.”  

            8. make up some statistics and facts about this example of “best times.”

            9. commentary about this example.

 

Some possible best times: (you may make up other ones)

 

Sleep over pillow fights                  vacation trips to Mariner games

Hanging out                                      playing video games

Shop-lifting                                       Skateboarding

Watching scary movies                   riding bikes

going to “Wild Waves”                     Getting chased by the cops

example
 
Going to the lake                              roller blading

Text Box: thesisGetting a whipping from my dad  

           

elaboration
 
 


commentary
 
When I was 12, I had a friend (he was my best friend).  His name was Zizzy Zizzlefritz; he was 11 years old.  We had the best times together.  One time, we went to the corner restaurant for some fries and cokes. Zizzy said he would pay. Well, little did I know what was really going down. When we were done and going up front to pay the bill, Zizzy started running and ran right out the door without paying. Wow! Was I surprised! I took off too, with the owner yelling at us to stop. Little did I know I wouldn’t get away with it. This led to another fun time with Zizzy. The owner of the café called the cops and they chased us down the alleys of my neighborhood. The cops didn’t have a chance, because nobody knows the alleys and gangways of the neighborhood like two young kids. We ditched them in no time at all. Our grief of this caper didn’t end with this though. That evening, when I came home, my dad and his belt were both waiting for me.   As it was, that afternoon, my dad stopped by the corner café for coffee while he had a smoke and read the paper. The owner, who knew my dad, and knew me too, (I don’t know why I hadn’t figured this out previously) told my dad what I had done.  I can still remember this even today – how my best friend got me into a ton of trouble, got me a whipping, and revealed to me a cosmic truth of life: “It’s friends who get one into trouble, not enemies!”