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2010 17 Mar

An simple techniqe to encourage your little ones to participate in family history is to have them write for things they want. It doesn’t even require family tree software for them to do it. The easiest thing for young ones to write about is simply about what occurred to them that day or that week, or what things they are highly anticipating. Both of these things make for a great family record. What follows below will serve as an example for you because it is actually written by my tweenage son, and is part two in this series.

My mom said they would probably be here in maybe ten to fifteen minutes. My sister went upstairs to grab her jacket because it was kind of cold that day. We went outside and walked around the bushes for a minute. She wanted to hide behind the house in the rocks and I told her it would give us away if she was walking on the rocks.

We got into an argument and I told her just to go inside. She went inside and I kept waiting. They came a few minutes later and they drove up onto the drive way. As they got out I saw my cousin Joey walk over to the bush and crane his neck but then he turned back and headed towards the door. I realized he had probably seen me and I decided it wouldn’t work.

I asked him if he had seen me and he said he had seen something move in the bush. We went inside my house and my Aunt said our house looked great. My Aunt and cousin Joey had not seen my house since they helped us move in. My Aunt said she had her kids waiting in the car so she left. I decided to show Peter and Joey one of my favorite computer games called Roblox first. I got onto my account and showed them my place for my character and the other games you could play. Then I showed them how the currency worked on the game. We decided to watch my sisters and dad play on the Wii. I asked they Peter and Joey if they wanted to go shoot my airsoft gun outside. They said sure and we went upstairs to grab my airsoft shotgun. We went downstairs and outside into the backyard. We decided we each get 4 shots a turn at the card board target. We shot my airsoft gun for a little bit and then on Peter’s second turn we ran out of ammo. I told them I had a pack of two-thousand BBs some where in my room although it was probably closer to fifteen hundred because I had shot a bunch of ammo.

This ends part two. You can find worthwhile house cleaning mesa and a good tungsten wedding ring if you take the time to look.

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2010 16 Mar

In this final segment of this series of blog posts on family tree software I am showcasing portions of an amateur novel crafted and written by my pre-teen son, who is an big reader. It would be great if family tree software could encourage such stories. Without further ado, here is part nine:

Colton had always been a little afraid of Gavin and had respected him more after that. Whenever Colton went to far Gavin just glared at him and Colton would stop. Gavin walked into the kitchen and found Amelia cooking. Beatrice was helping her and they looked over at him as he came in.

“How was your lesson with the Wizard?” Amelia asked.
“Well I learned a bit of basic air magic,” he replied.
“That sounds interesting,” She said, Amelia had never really paid any attention or interest in magic.
“Did the Wizard tell you he’s a vampire?” Beatrice asked. Beatrice had always listened to the castle rumors especially when it pertained to the Wizard. Beatrice had also always asked Gavin questions about the Wizard. Gavin always replied no to her somewhat silly questions.
“No, he’s not a vampire. What are we having for supper Amelia?”
“Well I planned on baking some chicken pies but I can’t seem to find Colton to send him to get flour,” She said stirring the pot with a wooden ladle. Gavin knew he was playing in the forest with his friends.
“I’ll go get it for you Amelia,” Gavin asked.
“No I’ve already started making soup so we will have to have that tomorrow.” Gavin went out of the kitchen and headed towards his room. He walked into the room. His room was very small. Gavin only had room for his bed and a wooden box for his spare clothing. Gavin changed out of his dirty clothes. He walked back down the hall and into the kitchen where Amelia was serving the hot soup. Gavin sat down next to Beatrice. He scooped up soup wit ha wooden spoon into his mouth. His eyes watered when he realized it was still burning hot. He could taste chunks of smooth potatoes and soft cooked carrots. He chewed on the succulent chicken and then took another spoonful out of his bowl. He had always enjoyed Amelia’s cooking. On his last spoonful he heard the front door open with a creak and then slam shut. Colton stepped into the kitchen. He was covered with cuts and scratches and he had a black eye.
“What happened to you?” Amelia asked with a surprised look on her face.
“I hate my friends,” was all Colton said. He walked down the hall with a slight limp.
“Honestly the things that boy does…” Amelia trailed off. Gavin set his bowl down by the cooking pot and strapped his short sword onto his belt.

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