A Ball of String
I want to tell you about my big ball of
string. It started when Grandpa and I went shopping.
Grandpa needed a new pair of work shoes. We went to the shoe
store and found just what he needed. The clerk didn't put them
in a bag, she tied them with a piece of string.
That piece of string is what got me
started! Grandpa was going to throw it away, but instead I
took it and rolled it into a little ball. I'd seen Grandma do
it many times with her yarn when she's knitting. Anyway I put
the little ball of string into my pocket and went downstairs to
explore Grandpa's basement. What treasures I found!
There were boxes and trunks full of old and exciting things. But what I
kept finding more and more of....was string. String of every
color and size. I kept adding more to the ball of string in my
pocket. The problem was the ball would no longer fit in my
pocket! I had to put it in the shoebox Grandpa's new shoes had
Days went by and my search for string
continued, and the ball of string continued to grow. I found
string in kitchen drawers, under the refrigerator, in my toy box,
and places I wasn't even looking. My ball of string was almost
as big as my bedroom!
Weeks went by and my big ball of string
continued to grow! How big was it? Well I donated it to the
city museum and it's now on display for everyone to see. Its
diameter measured 15 feet across!