Grounding is so not cool

What is with the grounding?
Parents send their children to their room or a place of confinement when they have done something wrong or said something wrong or have done anything wrong.
My parents do not do any of the sort.
They tell us to say sorry when we have done something wrong and they don't get mad and they don't yell.
I think that is because they know that if they ground you, it will only make you more rebellious and more eager to disobey you and do things wrong.
Well, I think you should let them learn from their mistakes and suffer or enjoy the consequences by themselves.
It is so much better that way.
Don't you think?
On the rare occasion in my family when we had a babysitter, I slapped my brother on the face and she sent me to a room that was dark and scary and had spiders and she told me to sit there and think about what I had done.
Well, all I did in that room was think about how much I really didn't like sitting there among all the spiders and dark corners and creepy stuff.
Then my mom came home and I told her what happened and we talked it out and I understood that what I did was wrong and that I needed to apologize to my brother.
It's so much better to talk things out with the ones that are really close to you and who understand your problem.
Well, that's just my opinion.
 

MUSIC!!!

I love all music.
it is my pride and joy.
Sometimes the words make me sick but all music is glorious.
Country music is twangy and full of banjos and guitars it makes me want to jump up and do a jig.
Folk music changes all the time and you never know what is coming next.
Pop is bouncy and fun.
Orchestral is beautiful, glorious, heavenly and powerful.
Rock is throbbing and sometimes it needs to be a little bit more quiet.
I love the Piano. 
It is what makes me, me.
It doesn't come easy but it is sooooooo worth the effort to me.
true "music" is something that makes you happy inside and it makes you feel pure and clean.
the definition of "Music" is: the art of combining sounds or sequences of notes into harmonious patterns, pleasing to the ear and satisfying to your emotions.
If you don't believe me, look it up, the dictionary's your friend.
So if someone is playing music they think is so totally awesome and cool but it doesn't make you feel right inside, it is okay to walk away, in fact you should walk away. no one is exactly alike and you don't have to be exactly alike.
differences make people better and it is what makes you unique.
don't be afraid of what others might say.
Be yourself.
It's okay. 

What do they do all day?

My family is very productive.
We have five horses, nine cats, two cows and five dogs.
We feed them all, everyday and night.
The youngest child in my family is eight years old, one hundred and five pounds and still growing.
My fifteen year old brother is about a head taller then my nineteen year old sister.
We are a strong built family.
We live on whole grains, fruits and vegetables that we grow from our garden.
I feel sorry for all those deprived Children in the world who live on cold cereal that is half sugar and white wheat and other icky stuff.
They sit in school all day and do their homework all night and are exposed to the dangers and threats and abuse that the world offers.
They are allowed to do things at the age of Five that I am forbidden to do at Thirteen!.
Baby's get their ears Pierced, kids that are Fifteen smoke cigarettes after school and they drink alcohol
and iced tea and they have gangs and they do many other terrible, terrible things at a very young age.
Why is all this happening?
What is the world coming to?
My mother kept me and the rest of my family away from all of that by keeping us away from the public schools.
Just think of all the things we could do with our lives if we weren't being controlled by the public school.
And even the charter schools are dangerous.
Keep the kids away from peer pressure and temptations from others.
Save the human race!.
I am NOT! kidding.   
     

I don't care what they say

My Favorite Holiday is Saint Patrick's day.
Why?
Because of the color Green.
I love the color green.
It speaks out to me and I can feel the earthiness in that color.
It seems so pure and calm and silent, yet it can turn into a ferocious force of nature.
Its really funny how most of the girls in the world like Pink and Purple and unicorns and flowers and cute things and fluffy bunnies with white tails and rainbows and cute guys and stuff.
Well, I like Zoro and Battles and fighting and dragons and black and leather and bugs that glow in the dark and awesome amulets and sword and bows and arrows and cats and storms and wind and snow and I have to admit that I do like cute guys also, and it just seems so funny that I am so different.
And being different is not a bad thing at all.
It is actually a good thing.
Why be all the same?
Its no fun.
It has no point.
And it makes us unique and special.
I wear a hat everyday and every night and sometimes I sleep in that hat.
I wear it everywhere I go and its what makes Me, Me.
Does that make sense? probably not.
But anyway you put it, I will not change who I am so that I can be in the "Popular" group.
No matter what anyone says.
So, HA! HA! HA!   

What's the point?

The school's in the world today are pointless.
They don't do anything but sit and watch and do busy work.
But why?
What is the point in making all those brilliant minds sit and do nothing for eight hours and five days a week.
Sure they will get into a good college, but what will happen after they have had their education?
The schools should be teaching them things that will benefit them in their future and not just in a college application.
They should be teaching them things like family history, where they came from, they should be learning stuff about what they want to be when they grow up, like dentistry, farming, politics, law, art, world history, or even how to bounce one hundred yo yo's at once.
I want to be an awesome warrior who protects, defends and who fights for justice. So I read books.
Books like Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Warrior Cats, all sorts of things and I learn how to read a compass and a map and more in that category.
But when I am not doing that, I am practicing the piano and becoming better everyday.
My Mother and Father have taught me almost everything I know about the piano and all the other instruments in the world.
My sister has a blog that my whole family does together, Its called the Smith Family Nutworks.
We put videos on YouTube and and we write our own plays and story's and poem's and everything else.
We didn't go to school to learn all that.
We wanted to do that together, and we did.
What I am saying is: Knowledge is power and power is dangerous.
We need to be so very careful about what we learn in this scary world we live in.
I am schooled at home and I am happy.
I love to learn.
It is not shoved down my throat with a ten foot pole.
I allow it to come.
And Knowledge is power.

All Hallows Eve

When I have watched a scary movie and am lying in bed thinking about it and trying to go to sleep.
I think to myself: "it was just a movie, it was not real".
Sometimes it works and I am able to sleep, but other times it does not work and I spend the night huddled up in my covers whimpering silently through out the night.
I know that some people out there enjoy those kind of films but I really do not see the purpose of being scared out of your pants.
Halloween was originally known as all Hallows Eve and it was a day when supposedly the Vail that separated the heavens from earth was very very thin and that supposedly made it possible for the creatures of Hell and so forth could walk among the living.
The day after Halloween was called Saints Day and I have no idea what was supposed to happen on that particular day.
But when did candy and ghosts and vampires and werewolves and ghouls and all those other hideous creatures come in to the story?.
I could never understand that.
People all around the world have the best time scaring people on Halloween and even though it doesn't make any sense why they do it, or why they enjoy it so much, it is their choice what to do on that confusing day: October 31st.

Happy Halloween!   

Is It Real?

Santa Claus.
What are the things that pop into your mind when you hear the name: Santa Claus?
Maybe you think of happy children bouncing up and down with joy at all the presents he brought.
Or maybe you think of how you heard sleigh bells on the roof on Christmas day.
Or maybe you think of nothing at all because Santa does not exist.
But he has always existed in the minds and hearts of the little children.
Yesterday in Sunday school, my teacher said: "When little children hear the name Santa Claus they become instantly happy".
And do you know why the become sooo happy?
Its because "Santa" brings them presents and candy and and toys and books and games and other things that eventually break.
But don't you think that the Devil is trying to get the minds and devotion of those little innocent children by the things that they most believe in and hope for.
And what do you think that is.
Yes, you are correct. Candy and presents and toys.
Why do the children leave milk and cookies for "Santa" anyway.
And why do they make Christmas lists for "Santa" to read when he comes.
And why are they extra good for "Santa".
All this comes down to two powerful dangerous things: earthly belongings.
Those of you who do not know what these are. These are the things that you have wanted, want or have gotten in your earthly life.
Everything that you receive from the stores and the malls and the street sellers are earthly things that we gain.
But when we die every earthly object that we have gained will stay on earth.

This is an original poem by me.

I am on the brink of falling.
Falling into the dark hole of death and decay.
I can see the evil creatures crawling up the sides of the
empty carcass that was once my mind.
A sentence keeps flashing in my mind:
Its always darkest before the dawn
its always darkest before the dawn.
I don't know what it means but I find
comfort in it anyway.
A light in the miserable world that is
engulfing my body.

I think that if we cling on to earthly things in this life we will only find absolutely nothing to show for it.





 

Think a little harder

The other day, my brother was talking about votes for children and he was saying that since men and women got to vote then children deserve the right to vote. My sister soon put him to rights telling him that children grow up to be men and women and that it wouldn't make any sense whatsoever if they would be able to vote.
I was thinking about what my brother said about it and it really didn't make any sense if we got to vote because then sooner or later babies would probably be ending up voting and it would be a huge mess.
Whenever I think of a story I only think of the very beginning and when I start to write the story it ends up lying on my shelf forgotten and useless.
Sometimes people are treated like that and it really isn't right.
Its like a guy, who loves acting and he goes to Hollywood and gets himself a job and eventually works his way up to be a really great actor and a famous guy who everybody loves.
Then another actor comes up to bat and the recent actor is forgotten and is put away in some old forgotten studio doing lame pictures and is miserable for the rest of his life.
Sometimes its not like that and the two actors do amazing wonderful awesome pictures together and are happy for the rest of their lives.
But if the second actor and the first one had thought about it and maybe tried a movie or two together they probably would have done the second alternative.
Maybe all of us in the world could try to think things through a little more we could end up happier and more capable to be successful.

Criticism

I live in a very large family.
There is Fourteen people, and I am the ninth child.
Being a small and young person, I have had to deal with lots of criticism given to me by my older brothers and sisters. But being in a big family, criticism is one of the things that you will have to live with.
When my siblings criticize me, I always seem to get angry and annoyed with them. then I tell them to either go away or leave me alone to pout in peace. Then my Mother comes to me and says that criticism is apart of being wonderful. When people criticize you then that means that they are impressed by your talent and they want you to do even better.
When she told me this over and over and over, I finally got the hint and it has gotten better for me.
 

Chapter 2

Chester and Diane were racing across the table for their lives and they did not stop until they had reached the edge and they quietly scurried down the table leg and ran across the floor looking for the hole in the floor that led into the area where the chess pieces lived.
They reached it just in time. Mr Stowal was stomping around the room looking for something and his footfalls were shaking the whole floor!.
They went into the hole and climbed down the ladder that was posted there by the imperial troops that marched across there everyday.
Luckily, no one was there and Chester and Diane made it safely past the entrance.
Their hearts were pounding and the blood pumped in their veins as they raced to the place where they knew they would be heard and understood.
Chester's best friend was a rook whose name was David, and Chester knew that he would believe him when he told David about the awful things that were going to happen in a very short time.
They reached the guard house where David lived and Chester went up to the door and knocked loudly.
The door opened to reveal a man with dark wavy hair and soft grey eyes that were like mist.
He wore a black leather tunic, a black shirt, long black leggings and tall boots that were also black.
On his waist he had a small dagger.
When he saw Chester he grinned from ear to ear and his two dimples on both cheeks seemed to laugh out loud.
"Chester!" said David joyously
"David" said Chester in a serious voice.
"we need to talk to you. now"
David opened his mouth as if to say something but quickly shut it when he saw Diane looking at him intently.
"you had better come in then" said David
"the rest of the guys had to go on patrol, so I have the bunk house to myself"
"David" said Chester
"We found something out today and we need your help....."
Chester sat down and told David everything that he and Diane had found out and David listened to the whole story.
When Chester finished, he stood up and looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he said  "I think I know what to do"

Continuation

This is a continuation of the previous chapter one.

I know what happens now.

OK.
After Chester had heard the disturbing news he ran to tell Diane about what he had heard.
She was sitting at the fountain singing a song that went like this:

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           Tailor tailor hear my song 

Do it quick and don't be long

Make a dress of summer green

for I wish to make a scene.

When she saw Chester she got so excited and ran to him.
He told her all that he had overheard and when he finished she looked very solemn.
"what are we going to do?" she asked him.
"I have no idea" Chester replied.
They sat there for a while and then Chester sat up and smiled and said " I have a plan".

Mr. Stowal was packing his things and getting ready to move out.
He was miserable.
The store had been in his family for ten generations and he was not married and did not have any children to pass it on to.
He was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not notice two little people, a boy and a girl running for their lives across the top of the table.

That is all that I can tell you for now.
Later I will reveal everything.

SUSPENSE!!!.