Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24914789-20141009172011

Hello my name is Kristian and today i wanna tell a story about a trip to USA. I was about eight years old when i was on my first trip to the US. and it was going well until i went to Quabbin reservoir. I went there with my uncal's wife and my dad so we got there and my Uncal's wife tells me that there is a city underwater and maybe i could find something. I looked under a rock where i saw something a very white spoon. I tried to reach it but i could't i tried to call my dad but he did't want to so i accepted my defeat and went home. Four years later i went back to America and suddenly i remembered the white spoon. I asked my dad if he could drop me off at the reservoir and he said yes.. so fifthteen minuts later we where on ur way. We finally arrived and i asked my dad to pick me up 4pm and he said yes and with a shovel in hand i tried to find the rock with the white spoon. I finally found a rock with something white under it. I stuck my hand under the rock and i tried to reach it and finally my hand reached something i felt weird like bone. So i used my shovel to break the rock free and finally i was free. i lifted up the rock and what i saw will haunt me forever. It was the skeleton of a little child... 