The Piano WALT to right a descriptive piece of righting from the old mans point of view as he recalls his Memories

WALT to right a descriptive piece of righting from the old mans point of view as he recalls his Memories

The Memories

I am one old,brown,cringe man I know that I am going to die soon so I am going to bring back memories that happened in the past I have three awesome,sad,and ok stories the first one was very very sad second one was ok

And the third was cool I am In the store buying a peano

It cost 700 dollars but I have 650 the man said “OK I will do a bargain if you buy this jacket for 5 dollars I will give it to you for free are you OK with that yes but you have to keep it a secret otherwise I will get banned from this shop and I will get fired” OK I got the piano and the boss walked in oh now he looks like he can give me a smash he said ah you buying that sir ah yes why? oh wait yeah you see that man at the counter he gave this piano to me for free what what? Yeah he gave it to me for free come here Bobby no no sorry sir he gave him a smash it was not nice I am old but strong I through the man out the door and he was on the road ahhhhhhhh :squaws: aww no bro Dead boss I guess he is now squash boss.I run to my house and start to play   

Here I go “♬♫♬♫♬♫” I think about my wife that lovely day we walked along the sydney harbour bridge she fell of that is how she died a tear drop slowly runs down my cold,brown face I am sad.“♬♫♬♫♬♫” I keep playing. I was in the military and we flew over to the north pole to fight eskimos and It was fun we blew up there iglue there was one who survived but he was lonely and sad but we decided to blow him up to. I see back to when my dad bought me a scoter it was fun to play with it was as red as rhubarb I hand it down to my grandson he said wow cool thanks grandad he is all grown up now and I cry I slowly fade away I collapse and fall asleep don't worry I am not dead I wake up I run to the peano It was only just a dream nooooooooo I was sad my grandson was right next to me what I have no grandson I am sad for the rest of my life but wait on Dec 4 1840 I heard a knock on my door I wake up and go to the door hello hi it was that snowy day and a baby cried “whaaaa” Yay I have a grandson And I run to my garage and play the piano for my boy“♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫” He cheers yayayayayaya and I put him to sleep I tort him the hard way like what we did in 1810 Go to bet you bad little thing  Hurry up and I closed the door and he fell asleep.