My name is Lavender Rose Morgan. I am nine years old. I live in Mansfield, Ohio, with my family. I have a mom, a dad, and two brothers; their names are Jacob Wyatt and Kevin James, and they are six and three. I'm the oldest; at times it can be a pain because it seems that my brothers can get away with murder because they are younger. Kevin, the baby, especially seems to get away with anything; it really annoys me!
I just completed the third grade at Madison Elementary School. I will be in the fourth grade in September. I did very well in my classes this year; reading, word comprehension, art, and writing were my best subjects. When I got my last report card home, my parents were so proud of me they framed my report card and put it right on front of our refrigerator, so others could see it when they came over.
I have long, silky dark-brown hair and violet eyes; guess that's where my name came from, or else mommy really liked the name. I don't know, but I haven't met another kid who has the same name as me.
I like to swim, sing, dance (I want to be in show business when I get to be nan adult; I go to singing and dance lessons every week; have done so for the past two/three years, and I think I'm getting pretty good!), write stories or poems, play with my brothers (especially when they are being good or not anoying me in any way), ride my bike, play baseball or softball (though this year, I knew a boy at school who got hit right in the eye by a baseball; he's now blind and has problems with his brain; he's still in the hospital), and play with my cat, "Ouchie" (don't ask me; my dumb brother, Jacob, named him!).
I am a very active, happy girl.
I also love to go to church. I go to First Assembly of God here in Mansfield, Ohio; I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was six, three years ago. It was at Christmastime. Mommy and daddy were really happy for me; they knew it took guts for me to go in front of the church and admit to God that I was a sinner and needed Jesus in my life.
The senior pastor is really nice, too. He always gives me hugs and asks me how I'm doing; if I'm not doing good, he says he will pray for me, and that makes me feel a lot better.
I wish other people could know about Jesus. Then the world wouldn't be such an ugly, bad place. I like to tell others about Jesus, but sometimes they get mad or throw small rocks or other things at me; I then have to ride or walk my way home, crying and hoping that I don't get hit. Getting hit hurts!!
Well, I gotta go. Mommy is calling for me; it's time to go in and eat supper. I will then probably take a bath and play in my room awhile before I go to bed. (I have my laptop computer; this is how I am writing this. It can run on batteries.) Until later, this is Lavender Morgan saying so long! God bless you! And remember this: Jesus loves you; He always will!
~Love, your nrew friend in Ohio, Lavender. :)
~To be continued.~