This is my account of differences between adults and children

Children:
Children are really active and are only drunk on fizzy. They have a teeny weeny vocabulary (compared to adults) and dream about getting a kitten, or a transformer. Or if you're me, (which you aren't) you dream about a walking pie eating walking chips then you eating that pie.
Adults:
They aren't as active as children (well some are but they're usually teachers so they don't count). And adults have a humongous vocabulary –they say words that make awesome people (children) go "huh??" Like "Darwinism." See! Oh! And adults dream about getting a flash car or winning lotto– who cares!
Adults and children are practically a different species to each other.
Amber

Top 5 Things (NOT To Do)

1. Never go to a Justin Bieber concert (your ears will blow off and you will get trampled by screaming girly girls).
   
2. Never fart on your friend. (Been there, done that never again!!)
   
3. Do not jump off the sky tower (although would be fun if you land on 8 mattresses piled on top of each other!!).
   
4. Do not swim in shark infested water (unless you're in a protective bubble).
   
5. Never make friends with a cute alien (you will die!!!!!!).
   

List by Amber

My dear Snuggles

When I was 0 years old (just born) I had a medium sized teddy that was fluffy with heart paw prints. And when I was about 3 or 4, I lost this teddy bear. Let me tell you how I lost it.

My family was going to the park. I brought a bag stuffed with my fave things. But not Snuggles, my teddy, I held her in my arms. We were going to stop for a picnic. After our picnic, Snuggles and I went exploring by the stream. Then Snuggles went swimming. After that we went climbing. Snuggles and I were still up a tree when mum called up to me. "Amber!!! Time to go!" So I raced down the tree and as soon as I got down I asked "sweetest mummy in the world. Can I have an ice cream on the way back?" 
So now I'm at home slurping at an ice cream. "Amber go get your bear for a wash!" my mum yells out. I run to my bag, ice cream dribbling down my arm. I look in my bag. It's not there!! I HAVE LOST MY LOVELY TOY BEAR!! "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" I wail. My mum rushes in. 
"What's the matter honey?" mum asks.
"I lost my lovely snuggles!" I cry.
"We'll check the park okay?" mum tells me.

(25 mins later) So I've come back from the park, still without my Snuggles. I soon settle down with another ice cream. I thought this would be the worst day in the history of bad days. (But the 2^nd ice cream made me feel a little bit better!)

Amber